What a question to ask. The scar had been nothing but trouble for Seifer since everything had ended, making him infinitely more recognizable, even though it was no longer the highly obvious and glaringly bright red that had been there so soon after they had wounded each other. Honestly, Seifer didn't enjoy thinking about the thing, about what he had done to Squall. Seifer? He'd deserved the scar, a reward for his failure to stay aware during their match multiple times. But Squall?
"It was a reminder," he says with a sigh. "At least, it was at first. A lesson in being mindful, in the repercussions for my actions. Felt like I needed to live with it, to be better. And then... Well, she once offered to take it away from me, to heal it completely. Probably wasn't possible by then. She said she didn't wish me to be so marred by someone as unworthy as you. But I said I wanted it. The reminder of what you'd done to me."
Something to feed the fires of the hate he didn't think he'd ever really felt. And a small act of rebellion.
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on 2024-11-20 05:06 pm (UTC)"It was a reminder," he says with a sigh. "At least, it was at first. A lesson in being mindful, in the repercussions for my actions. Felt like I needed to live with it, to be better. And then... Well, she once offered to take it away from me, to heal it completely. Probably wasn't possible by then. She said she didn't wish me to be so marred by someone as unworthy as you. But I said I wanted it. The reminder of what you'd done to me."
Something to feed the fires of the hate he didn't think he'd ever really felt. And a small act of rebellion.