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(OTA) A not so warm welcome

WHO: Seifer Almasy
WHERE: South Village Park fountain; Around town
WHEN: December 7th - 8thish
OPEN TO: Anyone
WARNINGS: Swearing. Usually lots of swearing.

Fountain Arrival:

One good thing about growing up near the ocean your entire life was that it's very uncommon to not know how to swim. The downside being the water was never this cold. It felt like a dream, no, worse, it felt like clawing through Time Compression all over again as he breached the darkness into blinding daylight with gasping breaths. The shock of icy air was in many ways worse than the water, chilling him straight to the core as he flopped gracelessly in a sopping pile on the ground, coughing water out of his lungs. Hyne, what a terrible way to wake up.

After spending a few moments laying on the ground spluttering water out of his lungs and wondering what his life had come to Seifer finally pushed himself up, shivering. Miserable. It was cold, he didn't know where he was, and he had no idea who he'd pissed off this time. Whoever it was he must have really done it to find himself tossed, presumably drunk, into a fountain in the middle of winter. Wait.

"...When the hell did it turn winter?" He glanced down at himself then, finally realizing that his clothing didn't feel right. "And why the hell am I dressed like this?" He looked like a mental patient. Did he have a psychotic break? If so, who the hell throws mental patients in fountains? Even giant assholes like Seifer. Not that he could blame them, but still! That's just screwed up. With no one immediately around to hear him talking to himself, he presumed, Seifer decided to shuffle off toward the nearest building he could find. Maybe someone would take mercy on him and give him a towel before he froze to death.

Out and about the town:

This place had a serious rodent problem. He'd never been anywhere with mice just running around out in the open like it was nothing. They could really use some of Timber's cats here, or a truckload of traps. So far in his wanderings Seifer had managed to dodge stepping on any of the bold little creatures though it was quickly becoming increasingly hazardous to explore. Everywhere he went was a minefield of mice darting around, chewing on things, skittering right at him as though he weren't large enough to step on them and make them into tiny mice pancakes. Although, something was weird, anywhere the mice went was covered in thick ice. Which didn't make much sense to him at all, were they that hungry they were trying to eat ice? Or was he missing something?

Wait, no, crazy, of course. Just one big hallucination that was the obvious answer to all of this. He never expected he'd go this crazy, and yet the evidence couldn't be denied. One such piece of evidence was a small evergreen shrub of some kind he'd just witnessed a mouse go skittering out from beneath that was now a very intricate ice sculpture. Idly he meandered over to tug at one of the frozen over branches in wonder. "Guess I have a vivid imagination." He mumbled to himself, now more certain than ever that he was just lost in his own delusion. Probably meandering down the street somewhere screaming at himself. Or locked up in an institution.

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"I should think so," Nida answered as he stopped at the door to the house. Probably best to put down a simple ground rule first. "Okay, so those mice aren't the only weird things here, okay? My roommate has something called a peakitten. It looks like a mix between a kitten and some sort of blue-green bird. Be careful not to touch it. The oil on it's feathers sort of gets you drunk. I don't understand it, but it's not a dog and I'm still allergic to those, so it's a step up. Don't worry about it trying to get out. Usually sleeps on the couch when her owner isn't home."

Then he opened the door and held it for Seifer. He'd step in himself and close it once they were both inside. Until then he'd wait for whatever Seifer was comfortable with.

"We sort of grew up together, albeit distantly."

The upside was at least he'd had an evening to dry his clothing out. Still felt like a weird hobo, not much he could do about that until he figured out where the hell he was and what to do with himself. Annoying. While most of his attention had been locked on mouse spotting duty he did pause to glance up at Nida, raising a disbelieving eyebrow. "Right. Freezing mice and drunk-inducting bird cats. And you want me to believe I'm not crazy?" Sure, whatever, he'll go with it. Better than standing out in the cold waiting to be frozen into an ice sculpture.

That last comment did get a moment's pause with a hint of alarm. "Garden?" If that were true he should probably leave. Quickly. He wasn't in the door yet he could absolutely bolt. There were several long moments where it looked like he was debating on doing just that. Walk into the trap with his head held high or duck and run with his tail between his legs?

Hell. He'd already admitted he was nuts. Might as well not do it in the cold. Grudgingly he made his way inside.

"I wish it was as simple as being crazy," Nida mumbled, mostly to himself.

Still, he could see the moment Seifer put it together, and he waited. Could see the fight or flight kicking in. Honestly, he expected flight, but he was willing to be patient. And when Seifer went inside he found himself breathing a sigh of relief. Inside himself he flicked the lights on, grateful once again for the electricity, and immediately divested himself of coat and boots. That might make Seifer feel more comfortable, because it's not like Nida could easily chase him like this. It would take time to put on shoes.

"Yeah, Garden. My name's Nida. You probably don't remember me, though. I wasn't the most recognized student before everything happened. I wasn't a Squall Leonhart or a Seifer Almasy sort of visible. Not even a Zell."

Because that tattoo was memorable. With that thought making him smirk Nida moved to take up a seat at the far side of the living room, another quiet reassurance that he wouldn't trap the knight here. Mercenary training, whether you made the elite or not, involved a lot of tactical things. Which meant a lot of posturing. He wondered if Seifer would even reason this out. The best seat in the room was one that allowed you both a view of the front door, but also had your back more or less to a wall so no one could come up behind you. Nida deliberately didn't choose that spot. Instead he sat on the couch, which put him further from the door, put his back toward the dining room and kitchen beyond, and left space for Seifer to be able to watch things. For a mercenary, that mattered. For someone like Seifer he thought it might matter even more.

"I can't say whether you're completely sane or not, but this place? It's real. I arrived here a week ago myself. Appeared in that damn fountain, swam my way out. A resident found me and offered me shelter. People just do that, sometimes. From what I understand this place has been here for a while, some people more than two years. Some of us days or weeks. We don't know how we come to be here. We don't know how to go back. But we're stuck here in a low tech place, none of our powers or weapons or anything like that, and we... well, we try and survive. The mice, from what I understand, aren't exactly normal though."

The flight wasn't completely off the table, just warm and away from mice that might freeze you to death weighed more in his favor than running away. Especially with Nida evidently unarmed. He would see it through for now, if only to solve the mystery of who Nida was exactly. Warily he watched the man, eyes darting between him and mapping out exits. Without explaining himself he did move to go peek his head around any of the more obvious walls and hallways, simply to verify the house was as empty as Nida stated.

More and more he felt like a caged animal, walls closing in, but that curiosity of his wouldn't be sated until he had answers. Both to who Nida was an if he were a threat, and what this weird place he found himself in was. "Nida..." He rumbled thoughtfully, clearly trying to recall who that name belonged to. Nida. So familiar. Nida... N... something? He'd think on it while he stalked around, making sure the coast was really clear.

He noted, of course the prime seat intentionally left open for him. One that let him guard his back as well as watch most angles anyone could come out of. An olive branch? A few moments more of hesitation before he took the offered seat, not following suit and taking his boots off. Rinoa might be angry with him later, that'd be fine. He had to be able to run. It was clear in his posture he wasn't sitting comfortably, feigning relaxed with muscles coiled and ready to spring any moment. Seifer wasn't going to let himself be trapped without a fight.

While Nida explained his expression only drew more grim, brows furrowed and scowl becoming even less friendly than normal. "I think I'd rather hear about being in a mental ward," He mused. "So. There are others here. None of them know how we got here? Or why?" That just seemed even more insane than his original theory. "And why this?" He held up his arm with the watch he'd so far ignored.

Yes, there was a chance Rinoa would get annoyed, but for Seifer's comfort, Nida would take charge of clean up for this. The olive branch out he settles back in his own seat, making sure to slouch. Look at this, he's even taking himself into a position that says 'look, I can't get up easy.' Not only is it clear that Nida's trying not to be a threat, he's also making it clear that he's making it clear that he's not trying to threaten Seifer. This is supposed to be a conversation. If he gets a black eye, he'll deal with it.

"Yeah, I'd probably rather be in a ward too," Nida admitted. This wasn't exactly what he'd signed up for. "I don't know if people know how we got here. There are more than I've had a chance to talk to, by any stretch of the imagination. But at the same time, it's smaller than Balamb Garden, for all that it's over more space. From the books I've read of the history here, I think there are suspicions of why. I myself am not really liking the conclusions I'm drawing so far, which is that we're on some twisted form of entertainment, or maybe this is some sort of place between life and death where we're judged for our lives, but we're here. We're here and we need to survive. That's how I get through the day right now, because it's not like my salary can cover it."

Oh, the wristband. That one is a bit harder. Nida reached out to fiddle with his own. It didn't serve as an adequate replacement for his mother's bracelet, but he's taken to stroking the band all the same.

"Think of these like the Garden network, but with the potential for live and recorded audio-visual feed as well. I have no clue how the tech is so small. Beyond that... I don't understand them much. I know the color is supposed to mean something.">

The effort was noted and appreciated, Seifer eventually calming down enough to fully regard Nida. Rather than the skittish half paying attention to him, half listening for an ambush thing he'd been doing. Safe enough for the moment. No hostility at the very least, only wariness. Seifer was way too cold and way too tired for hostility right now. He also didn't remember enough of Nida to be hostile.

An eyebrow arched higher. Afterlife, or some twisted game by some powerful force huh? Yeah that'd just be his luck. "Hyne the baby eating god turning around to toy with us in the afterlife? Guess it ain't too far-fetched in that light." He never believed the god was even a thing, of course. Sorceresses sure, they were undeniable. The reason behind their existence seemed silly. "So what exactly are we doin' here, then? Anyone trying to find a way out? Are the monsters bigger than mice?" Like most Garden students he didn't have a lot of useful life training outside of military related exercises. Finding a place to fit in was going to take some work, and Seifer wasn't exactly comfortable with the idea of being stuck there. Alone. Without his posse.

The description of the watch earned another dubious look, Seifer scrutinizing his own as if he were expecting it would speak up to verify the claims. Nope. Nada. He'll have to mess with that later. "The colors mean something?" He asked, glancing back up. He was wondering what kind of place put its prisoners in black scrubs. That was just weird.

"I'm floating that one as a possibility, but I don't think so. Because so far as I can tell, we're the only ones from our world. A lot of people from other worlds. Some I can't even begin to believe. Space and men taller than you with horns and... Maybe insanity doesn't sound that impossible."

Nida laughed because what else could he do? This was all a lot, and he'd been keeping it in. Still, he took a deep breath, calmed himself, and continued on. He wasn't going to let his building anxiety get to him. That wasn't what a SeeD should do.

"People have tried to find ways out. One hasn't been found in over two years now, according to records. But some people have died, and others randomly vanish. There are things bigger than mice, but most people here don't call them monsters. They're just... part of the ecosystem of this place, but dangerous. There is a book in the inn that discusses a good bit of what people have run into so far. Like giant boar, or dust moths or peacats. These aren't what we'd consider monsters. No moon involved. Unfortunately, there aren't many weapons either, very few bladed ones, no guns at all."

Perhaps Seifer wasn't as alone as he thought, but that was a matter for after Nida got through his briefing. Which was sort of how he was handling this. An informal one, but a briefing nonetheless.

"Each person arrives with a color assigned. They connect to personalities and, I think, they're supposed to be something else. I don't know yet. For instance..."

He gestured to the scrubs top he had been wearing under his coat, and then made sure to show off his own device. His are a nice hunter green.

"My roommate has light gray, but they wear a lot of blue. The other roommate... vanished a few days ago. I think they were magenta or something."

"Different worlds? Now who sounds crazy?" He offered with a wry smirk, starting to relax. Alright, he got it, he didn't need to be on high-alert here. Probably. Maybe. Insanity still sat supreme at the top of the list for possibilities. Talk about a very intricate delusion if it was, however, especially if he was sharing it with someone else. Or he made Nida up in his head too. That could very well have something to do...

"Nomura!" Hah! There it was. Yes he'd been mulling on that since Nida said his name. It was going to drive him nuts until he figured it out. Memories hadn't been especially reliable for him for a while now, but he was pretty sure that was the right name. There, sorry, don't mind him he just had to get that out. Back on task.

"So we've got hostile not-monsters that might be monsters, no decent technology, and no guns? What kind of frigid hell is this?" Because if there weren't any guns there weren't any gunblades and that was just a crime. What was he supposed to fight with, a stick? He didn't take stick training that was Raijin.

Green, magenta, gray... He held up his own watch to show off the black color. Seifer hadn't even thought anything about it, black being such a common color for a watch. "I thought black scrubs were kind of weird." They also weren't very warm. He would love to have some heavier pants. Was there even anywhere to buy clothing, or get money for that matter? At least Nida had sorted out the shelter issue. For a moment. Presumably water was taken care of as well, that left food. Presumably they'd have to do something about that. Already he was staring a mental tally of what they'd need for a long-term stranding situation. They were trained, they could do this, but two years?

"Two years is a long time to be stuck here without any progress." He grumbles, not enjoying the outlook that left them with.

"I wouldn't say without any progress. From my understanding there has been progress. But everything here pushes back against these people. Fights them," Nida sighed, shaking his head. It's a bit extreme, but they'll have to figure it out. There seem to be a lot of smart people working on that goal.

Absently Nida started to fiddle with his wristband, twisting it a little this way and that. An old habit transferred to a new medium, and he didn't like it nearly as much. Catching himself he let the device go and instead ran his fingers through his hair.

"No one ever said survival was easy," Nida reminded Seifer. "Surely you're up to the task."

He hunches over his knees in thought, propping his chin in his hand. It certainly did sound like the antics of some kind of cruel trickster god toying with them, if such a thing were real. If not that, then what? Of course sitting in a living room pondering that wasn't going to bring any exact answers.

Nida's quip earned a flat look and a snort. "Tch," Don't think you're going to trick him into throwing his lot in that easily, Nida. Seifer has no intention of being anyone's errand boy or pet. Not about to toss on the yolk of a new master without any idea what he's getting himself into, much less for whom. "The training we have is to cover weeks, maybe a couple months at most. Don't give me that shit." Not settling down into a pastoral life or whatever it is people were doing here. They're mercenaries, not farmers.

Don't think he missed the fiddling, he was just refraining from comment for the moment. There was a lot more to sort through if it wasn't just a matter of being insane. The hell was he supposed to do with this information? Normally he'd just hike to the nearest settlement that wasn't trapped a hundred years ago. Certainly wouldn't just settle in. Where do you even start with something like this? He needs more information. "You said there are records?"

“You think I don’t know that?” Nida snapped. He couldn’t help it, even if he knew he should. It had been a long week, he had lost everything and everyone and was left with Rinoa who he not only didn’t know well, but whose bright and can do attitude had faded with th departure from Squall. He just wasn’t good at this, at being outside of the structure of Garden, or not having easily attainable goals, or not being able to work frustration out by fighting things.

And now here was Seifer, telling him something they both already knew like Nida hadn’t thought of it. Maybe he should be giving Seifer a break. The guy thought he was crazy. He should be fair.

But damn if he wasn’t just tired of that very same knowledge.

Anger wouldn’t get him anywhere, so Nida took a deep breath to center himself. “I’m sorry. It’s... been hard. My roommates were dating and now that one is gone the other is... forlorn might be the best word. And I don’t know how to help and I don’t know people here and... anyway, the inn. I can take you there if you want. I don’t know if they have any open rooms where you can stay, but there is food, warmth, space. I can’t imagine you want to be near a SeeD. Even if I have no reason to harass you.”

A raised eyebrow. He'd have expected a SeeD to be made of sterner stuff. Only a week and he was already starting to freak out? Hyne, and this is the guy Seifer's going to have to babysit? He just watched, clearly not impressed by the outburst. If he wanted to talk about losing everything he should take a moment to look at who he's talking to. Not that he knew the finer details about Rinoa and Squall, then he might understand more. Even so, they can't be falling apart this fast.

After all, what did it matter to him if he died from exposure or being frozen by a mouse? Admittedly no matter how down and depressed he got he couldn't quite surrender but right now he didn't see a lot of point in getting upset. Everything was already fucked what's a little more? At the end of the day no one would know, and no one was there to care.

"Since all other avenues are out of the window I guess find out where we'd be useful. Got arms, I'm sure we can put 'em to use." They have that much going for them. If it isn't monsters it'll be something. Never thought he'd be doing menial labor, then again he never thought he'd turn on his home and wage a war on it either. Things just don't pan out how you want them to no matter how hard you try. That last comment earned a snorted 'tch' through his nose. "I could say the same to you." He was the enemy, after all. "Let's go know what there is to know." Might as well try to start somewhere.

Yeah, Seifer would be quite wrong to think Nida needed babysitting. Or that Seifer would be the one to do it if he did. Give him a few more days to get his head on straight and he would be fine. Besides, having the man who almost killed him and destroyed his home here to replace his boss wasn’t exactly comforting. Still, Nida responses to Seifer’s raised eyebrow with a roll of his eyes.

“I am already setting up things to do. There is a city watch forming which I was going out to join, among other things. I don’t require a blades weapon to fight, after all,” Nida shrugged. He did push to his feet and gesture for Seifer to proceed him to the door if he wanted. And look, the chill was back. “Don’t misunderstand me, Seifer. I can see you looking at me like I’m the unbalanced one. I’m not. This last week has had me almost killed three times. And... Hyne this sounds stupid... Nevermind.” The fact was that when you were faced with someone who had always looked down on you when they noticed you at all, it was easier to accept they would always do that. Strange how it was easier to admit weakness to someone who had already treated you as weak.

He might think that, but Seifer can be really annoying when he's decided he needs to watch someone's back. At the moment he wasn't entirely convinced Nida was any more prepared to deal with this than he was, so he might as well hang around on the pretense of making sure Nida doesn't get himself killed. Perhaps a tiny part of him felt obligated in making an effort for someone he directly wronged.

Seifer didn't move until Nida had his back to him, then he got up to follow him back outside. Which was good, he'd rather be in neutral territory than some stranger's house who was apparently friends with someone who may or may not decide to stick a knife in his ribs later. Or a steak. Whatever. He's not a vampire it might just be what's handy. "Bad luck," He mused. Worse than his possibly. "Nevermind what?" He persisted. Might as well throw it out on the table. What was the crazy guy going to do with it? Not like he could let well enough alone anyway. Nosy bastard.

“The inn is pretty close,” Nida observed as he paused by the door to put his boots back on. Then he paused, frowning at Seifer. “Maybe we should take a moment, get you fully into your warm clothes from your pack. That room over there is mine, you can feel free to change in there if you want. I’d say use the spare room but I would want to talk to my housemate first, see if they would be okay with you possibly sharing space. Not that you have to. Just figure you might prefer people who wouldn’t pry into your past as much.” And look, between that and stooping to tie his boots he was trying to neatly dodge Seifer’s question. Probably better to just stay in professional mode here. Easier to not be... well, vulnerable if he treated the situation like a job. Think about what the mission parameters would be, in this case ensuring Seifer’s comfort and feeding. Find him a place to sleep tonight.

Eyes narrow suspiciously at Nida at that pause and his suggestion, Seifer still keeping enough distance between them he could react should the guy lunge for him. Despite Nida's best efforts he still didn't trust the guy, was just willing to hang around him without being fully hostile at all times. "I'm fine," He insisted, he'd rather save the clean clothing for a little longer. These were already ruined from crawling out of a damn fountain. "You didn't answer my question."

Cute suggestion, he doubted it would fly. He'd go find some halfway house to bunk down in. Do some cleaning or something for room and board if he could. Surely someone could give him a use. He wasn't a mission and he wasn't about to let himself be treated like one. He didn't need anyone's pity, definitely not Nida's.

Pity? Hardly. Nida didn’t have that for Seifer. But Nida and Rinoa were a bit of a team now, and if she resolved to help Seifer, Nida would definitely do so. And perhaps he wanted to as well. Garden had screwed Seifer over a bit. And whether Seifer knew it or Nida had recognized the sort of loyalty that had come with Seifer going to try and help SeeDs and Rinoa. Helped that it was his home town. “What question?” Nida asked, smiling in clearly faked innocence as he finished tying his second shoe and pulled on his coat.

He better not, Seifer would be furious. Once Rinoa really started in on him Seifer wasn't going to have a lot of options but to listen to her, she could be far too tenacious to deny. Not to mention the guilt he wouldn't be talking about. He owed her, a lot, and perhaps he owed Nida to in a less immediately direct manner. Yeah he'd lead the attack on Garden, but that wasn't the same kind of personal assault as throwing your ex at the feet of a crazed Sorceress. Frankly not his shining moment.

"You know what." He persisted, staring Nida down. Come on you can't half say something then wuss out of it. At least throw it on the table.

“Really, Almasy?” Nida asked as he straightened and pulled his coat on. “Does it matter?” Because Seifer didn’t care what Nida thought. Perhaps he didn’t shut down like Squall did, but Seifer had already thrown the touch of emotion Nida had allowed himself right back in his face. So no thanks.

Sorry, Princess, he didn't know you wanted a hug. Or that a raised eyebrow was so offensive. "Yes." It did matter, because Seifer was incapable of letting anything go. It was going to bother him endlessly that half spoken sentiment followed by a never mind. Like dealing with Squall, only this one he didn't know how to get a rise out of yet.

"Fine. Whatever. Let's just go." He wasn't here to make friends anyway. The further away from Garden representatives the better.

Fine. Nida gave an exaggerated sigh as if to say ‘why are you such a pain?’ “Easier to admit faults when someone already looks down on you. People with disdain for you are going to assume the worst anyway, so they aren’t disappointed when you aren’t at the top of your game.” With that he turned his back and opened the door, slipping out into the cold. Seifer probably wouldn’t even get that sort of sentiment, or so Nida thought.

Because Seifer, that's why. Being a pain was just the way he was. Besides, it usually worked out somewhat in his favor in the end. He'd get a laugh or find something out either way. And he didn't have to grovel or play nice with people he didn't give a damn about. Speaking of giving a damn. "The hell do you care what I think?" Really, the very idea just floored him. Even at Garden he wasn't exactly liked by any means, who the hell would care what he had to say? Sure he wanted them to, they weren't going to so what was the point in trying to please them? Seifer would work for himself and those handful of people that mattered.

Nida was right in that he didn't entirely get the sentiment, but not for the reason he probably suspected. "Wouldn't know the difference." He mumbled as he stalked after the man. Everyone had disdain for him. Easy for Nida to be bothered by it because he had a top of his game to show off. Seifer was ever at the just not quite good enough stage.

“You misunderstand,” Nida corrected, looking back over his shoulder at Seifer. “I don’t care what you think of me. But I know what you used to think of me, and I know there is no changing Seifer Almasy’s mind once he’s made it up. Which means I don’t have to impress you with my composure for my age. I don’t have to be ‘adult enough’ in your eyes or seem surprisingly put together for a trained child soldier or anything else. Which in turn means I can just say what I’m thinking rather than whatever will get me the best results. Around you I don’t have to play SeeD.” There, happy? Wait, scratch that, Nida doesn’t care. And yet... and yet that fumbling at his wristdevice again. Because he did care. Fuck him but he always cared about what people thought. He just knew, or thought he knew, that Seifer had already made up his mind. So wasting energy on proving that he wasn’t going to hurt Seifer, that he wanted to help, was just that. A waste. “Besides,” he said with a dismissive sort of tone as if this was the only reason he had for acting. “If Leonhart hadn’t disappeared a few days ago, he would have expected me to play nice.”

"Used to think of you? I barely even know who you are," He didn't think anything of Nida. Which wasn't really a compliment, not necessarily an insult either. Not directly anyway. Seifer just didn't care. Took too much energy to care so much what everyone else might think. However, Nida's little speech did get a slight smirk out of the guy. Most positive expression he'd put on since they bumped into each other.

"About time you said somethin' real," He actually sounds a little impressed. Good. Stop being a SeeD at him and they'll get along much better. "Good. Now take your own advice and stop playing SeeD." For all his bluster Nida was sure letting it slip very quickly that he wasn't nearly as uncaring as he'd like Seifer to believe, the fidgeting was a dead giveaway. Even so, he'd rather the guy say what was on his mind than what he thought he should say.

That particular name, however, derailed the entire thought process. Seifer froze, and again the fight or flight reflex clearly kicked in. Leonhart. "He was here?" That meant... Rinoa of course he saw Rinoa he knew she was there too. The panic was quickly replaced with his usual scowl, not before several beats of someone who looked about like a cornered animal ready to fight. "If Leonhart were here he'd have expected me in chains." He spits, his tone laced with venom. Seifer is. Not well.

"Maybe, but you were always vocal when you did notice me. Don't worry, Seifer, I don't care that you don't remember me. Because I remember you," Nida shrugged as he moved down the stairs of the porch. "Close the door behind you, okay?"

The rest of what Seifer said Nida ignored, at least until Squall's name was parroted back at him. Down on the path now he looked back, and of course up, at Seifer. There was no hiding the brief pain in his expression. Clearly he had seen it as a loss.

"Maybe he did once, but by my point in the timeline, he didn't. The war was a year ago for me, and you weren't hunted by Garden. As for Squall... he was twenty-three, and he'd been through a lot more. I don't think chains would have been his intention at all."

(OTA) A not so warm welcome

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