"Dumb luck doesn't mean anything if it isn't followed by good instincts," Squall remarks with a firmness that's meant to be encouragingly persuasive. Another SeeD might have tried to telegraph the information or run it up the chain of command until it finally got to Squall's desk. But Nida is here, telling him in person, because he understands the stakes and with a nod of his head, Squall acknowledges them too.
"It won't be pretty, but I don't intend to let the mobs have him." He doesn't doubt that he and Nida are aligned on that. Again, something scratches at the back of his mind, a desire to know why, but he swallows it down. All that matters is that neither of them want to see Seifer at the mercy of angry townsfolk. "I'll leave for Timber as soon as your reports are ready. You're more familiar with the terrain than I am so any recommended provisions or necessities you can think of, include them in your report. I'll do my best from there."
He's survived devastating battles while locked blade to blade with Seifer throughout the course of the war. He's endured torture at his hands. But Squall still remembers their conversations before the SeeD exam and the resigned fatalism with which Seifer had attacked President Deling with. He remembers watching Seifer talk about romance and knows that not all of the war should be put squarely on his shoulders. He'd spoken to him once about Ifrit protecting him and he can feel the heat of the GF rise up to meet Squall's desire to do the same.
It also hasn't escaped him that Ultimecia sought Seifer out at the beginning of it all. She'd come to him. It wasn't happenstance or coincidence, it was intentional, and that knowledge has vexed him since the war's end because it means that somehow, Seifer's part in the grand circular design of their destiny isn't over, but this time Squall refuses to let him meet it alone.
"Can I get you anything else?" He's at the door now, coffee and food and a million sparks from duels of old taking over his thoughts that have him looking lost in thought. It'll all be walled off behind a look of stoic determination once he leaves the room but he spares a glance to Nida and wears his concern for the matter at hand openly between them. Why bother hiding it when they both know what's at stake?
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"It won't be pretty, but I don't intend to let the mobs have him." He doesn't doubt that he and Nida are aligned on that. Again, something scratches at the back of his mind, a desire to know why, but he swallows it down. All that matters is that neither of them want to see Seifer at the mercy of angry townsfolk. "I'll leave for Timber as soon as your reports are ready. You're more familiar with the terrain than I am so any recommended provisions or necessities you can think of, include them in your report. I'll do my best from there."
He's survived devastating battles while locked blade to blade with Seifer throughout the course of the war. He's endured torture at his hands. But Squall still remembers their conversations before the SeeD exam and the resigned fatalism with which Seifer had attacked President Deling with. He remembers watching Seifer talk about romance and knows that not all of the war should be put squarely on his shoulders. He'd spoken to him once about Ifrit protecting him and he can feel the heat of the GF rise up to meet Squall's desire to do the same.
It also hasn't escaped him that Ultimecia sought Seifer out at the beginning of it all. She'd come to him. It wasn't happenstance or coincidence, it was intentional, and that knowledge has vexed him since the war's end because it means that somehow, Seifer's part in the grand circular design of their destiny isn't over, but this time Squall refuses to let him meet it alone.
"Can I get you anything else?" He's at the door now, coffee and food and a million sparks from duels of old taking over his thoughts that have him looking lost in thought. It'll all be walled off behind a look of stoic determination once he leaves the room but he spares a glance to Nida and wears his concern for the matter at hand openly between them. Why bother hiding it when they both know what's at stake?