[ That the exam is on the horizon is reason enough for Squall to push himself. He has no way of knowing if they'll be assigned to the same squad, but if they are, he wants to make himself formidable enough to be a clear equal to Seifer. Not just that, he wants Garden to acknowledge the fact that they make each other better. Why have a single gunblader on SeeD's roster when they can have two?
The inverse of that is if he can't get his head on straight, he might be a liability to them both.
He tries not to think of that as he props Revolver up against one of the larger rocks so that Seifer can get a better look at the damage. Squall knows he's better than this, but the nagging annoyance in the back of his head is second to the throb of the wound in his shoulder. Now that the adrenaline is wearing off it hurts like a bitch. ]
Just the one.
[ Which means...yeah, Seifer will probably have to help. Squall sucks a sharp breath through his teeth to brace himself for the first spell. It pumps through him with a crackle of frost that spreads briefly out from under his palm and into the torn skin. Using Shiva as his conduit for draws has always felt more natural than Quezacotl, especially when Cures are concerned. The chill of her trace magic numbs some of the pain and it's enough to stop the bleeding but not enough to fully close the wound.
He removes his hand from over it with a sigh before looking up at Seifer. ] Your turn.
[ It's probably an exercise in futility, but Squall hopes that by refusing to ask for the spell, Seifer won't try to make him grovel for it. ]
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on 2024-10-31 12:15 am (UTC)The inverse of that is if he can't get his head on straight, he might be a liability to them both.
He tries not to think of that as he props Revolver up against one of the larger rocks so that Seifer can get a better look at the damage. Squall knows he's better than this, but the nagging annoyance in the back of his head is second to the throb of the wound in his shoulder. Now that the adrenaline is wearing off it hurts like a bitch. ]
Just the one.
[ Which means...yeah, Seifer will probably have to help. Squall sucks a sharp breath through his teeth to brace himself for the first spell. It pumps through him with a crackle of frost that spreads briefly out from under his palm and into the torn skin. Using Shiva as his conduit for draws has always felt more natural than Quezacotl, especially when Cures are concerned. The chill of her trace magic numbs some of the pain and it's enough to stop the bleeding but not enough to fully close the wound.
He removes his hand from over it with a sigh before looking up at Seifer. ] Your turn.
[ It's probably an exercise in futility, but Squall hopes that by refusing to ask for the spell, Seifer won't try to make him grovel for it. ]