He'd led Garden on the tenuous threads of hope. If he could rally cadets, surely he has it in him to reignite the fire that had been snuffed out of Seifer. Squall searches for it in the darkening room, hunting for the intensity that had once burned bright behind Seifer's gaze.
"Don't be," Squall murmurs, fondness in his tone. A break from the axis of misery they had been teetering on. "You would have hated the orders that came with the change." It had been necessary, just like this was necessary. "Probably wouldn't have listened to them either." The smile is small, they always are, and knowing.
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on 2025-03-20 03:40 am (UTC)"Don't be," Squall murmurs, fondness in his tone. A break from the axis of misery they had been teetering on. "You would have hated the orders that came with the change." It had been necessary, just like this was necessary. "Probably wouldn't have listened to them either." The smile is small, they always are, and knowing.