Seeing him makes Time slow as Squall is forced to rewrite the image of Seifer in his memory with the man that comes into view. He feels a void trying to hollow out the center of that familiar face, to prevent Squall from absorbing the sight of it, but he blinks away the trauma of Time Compression and sees Seifer as the war has left him. Hyne, he looks so tired.
Squall hates the resolution in Seifer's voice. Of course he's considered how he'd die and would be the one to do it. Every nation is clambering for the opportunity. He wants to be impassive as he listens but ultimately Squall can't help but scoff. He'd never been the better man. He'd just been the one with the most opportunity. And that had never been Seifer's fault. It had been by design. Squall's design, however inadvertent it had been.
His brows pinch even as he straightens against the words. "It is his cabin," Squall points out as confirmation but doesn't elaborate further. "We didn't do much talking." The words taunt him and he smothers it down with a deep breath of crisp air.
"I'm not here to take you back to Garden, Almasy. And killing you would just mean I lugged all these provisions for nothing. So if it's all the same to you, I'd rather not have this conversation out in the open." His pack is shifted on his shoulders for emphasis. Nida's maps and reports had been instrumental in getting him to this point. The supplies Nida ordered however are the real advantage and Squall hopes they're enough to barter some cooperation.
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on 2024-11-11 06:23 pm (UTC)Squall hates the resolution in Seifer's voice. Of course he's considered how he'd die and would be the one to do it. Every nation is clambering for the opportunity. He wants to be impassive as he listens but ultimately Squall can't help but scoff. He'd never been the better man. He'd just been the one with the most opportunity. And that had never been Seifer's fault. It had been by design. Squall's design, however inadvertent it had been.
His brows pinch even as he straightens against the words. "It is his cabin," Squall points out as confirmation but doesn't elaborate further. "We didn't do much talking." The words taunt him and he smothers it down with a deep breath of crisp air.
"I'm not here to take you back to Garden, Almasy. And killing you would just mean I lugged all these provisions for nothing. So if it's all the same to you, I'd rather not have this conversation out in the open." His pack is shifted on his shoulders for emphasis. Nida's maps and reports had been instrumental in getting him to this point. The supplies Nida ordered however are the real advantage and Squall hopes they're enough to barter some cooperation.