Like we both don't know you'll always be chasing after me.

[The way Seifer says it, so calm and self assured, might make someone else call him cocky. But the way he smiles at Squall... It's not the normal arrogant smirk. It's not cocky. It's not the same mask he put on for the theater staff the day before. It's something different. Something unique. A touch more genuine. But perhaps Squall would never know that. His social skills were lacking. And even if he did, he would never know the bigger truth that went with that smile.

Seifer never offered that smile to anyone else. It was a rare thing. A pleased sort of thing. Satisfied and almost happy. A smile that sometimes lingered like a ghost about his lips when Squall managed a new maneuver they were both trying to master or that Seifer was teaching him. A smile reserved for the rare moments of a skillful blow. A smile held for the briefest second when they had first come back from Balamb together with their first non-practice gunblades together.]

I'll always set the bar. It's up to you to figure out what you're going to do with that. But we're going in together. And I'm going to kick ass.