[ Seeing Seifer's back fortifies Squall's resolve. This will be what it's like when they inevitably part ways. When Seifer passes the exam and decides he doesn't need their sparring to continue furthering his skillset. Or when he finally pushes himself to chase after that ineffable "more". Seifer will leave and Squall will be left behind. That's how it goes.
So he shoves his hands in his pockets and trudges along a few paces back, stuck in his own head where their disastrous conversation plays itself ad nauseam, aided by the strange twinge of guilt that settles in his gut over leaving the dog behind.
It takes the entire walk before he's convinced himself it wasn't his problem in the first place. It takes even longer until he shores up the courage to speak up, in the hallowed halls of campus no less just before the dorms: ] It's Garden's loss. If they don't pass you, it's their loss.
[ His gaze boldly flicks towards one of the roaming Garden faculty members then back to Seifer before Squall turns on his heel, abandoning their trajectory to head to the training center instead. He knows saying his piece won't amount to anything. It hadn't in the theater. But he'd spent the entire walk trying to bring it up between them only for it to blurt out at the last minute. The nerves of speaking up at all make the decision feel idiotic, but now the conversation can be over and he can pour all of his frustrations over how it went into the poor monsters that get in his way. ]
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on 2024-10-28 04:24 pm (UTC)So he shoves his hands in his pockets and trudges along a few paces back, stuck in his own head where their disastrous conversation plays itself ad nauseam, aided by the strange twinge of guilt that settles in his gut over leaving the dog behind.
It takes the entire walk before he's convinced himself it wasn't his problem in the first place. It takes even longer until he shores up the courage to speak up, in the hallowed halls of campus no less just before the dorms: ] It's Garden's loss. If they don't pass you, it's their loss.
[ His gaze boldly flicks towards one of the roaming Garden faculty members then back to Seifer before Squall turns on his heel, abandoning their trajectory to head to the training center instead. He knows saying his piece won't amount to anything. It hadn't in the theater. But he'd spent the entire walk trying to bring it up between them only for it to blurt out at the last minute. The nerves of speaking up at all make the decision feel idiotic, but now the conversation can be over and he can pour all of his frustrations over how it went into the poor monsters that get in his way. ]