Chapter 13: The Slave Crown
Kefka had been of a most unusual disposition lately. He had been for several weeks now, even more so than was typical for him, and Terra had caught him eyeing her with what she was quite certain was suspicion on more than one occasion, even though she hadn’t the slightest idea what it was he thought she had done. There were plenty of times he would destroy things when he was throwing a fit, including dismembering or incinerating his dolls, only to later blame her for the damage, and she could never be certain if he had really forgotten what he had done and truly believed she was at fault or if he was just doing it to be mean, and she had been around his new self for long enough now to know that either theory had an equal chance of being correct.
And then, without warning, his mood would switch to one that was a bit easier to deal with, even if it still made her feel just as awkward, and he would pet her hair a