"Hate's a passionate words. There's always two sides to those, and one is easily corrupted to the other and back."

His pride in Squall's success became jealousy. His frustration with Squall's compliance into anger. It had all been so hard, and he'd barely seen straight in those days. But... he likes to think maybe Squall was right about the other stuff.

"Thing is, I'm not sure you're right," he says softly as he lets the rag run over his skin. "Because I still hurt you. I could still hurt you so many ways."