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FFVIII: Torture for Torture
Fandom: Final Fantasy VIII
Pairing: None
Warnings: None
Rating: PG13
Summary: An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth. For![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
30enemies.
Squall stops by to see Seifer just once, when he's in prison. Before his trial, but after the verdict. The verdict was decided the first time his blade sliced a child's throat (a clean death, a release from pain and grief and hurt, but they don't realise what he gave that kid, they only see that the world is okay now and the child is dead and Seifer lives).
"They're going to lock you up, forever," Squall says, softly, his face against the bars. He doesn't look like he cares -- oh, such practiced nonchalence -- but Seifer smirks anyway.
"No, Leonhart, they're going to kill me."
Squall smiles. It's not a pleasant smile, not the smile he keeps for Rinoa. Seifer hates him for it, all of a sudden, the dark smile, the smile that's maybe just a tad like his own. "I don't think so. I put in a word for you."
Seifer is up in a second and against the bars, in Squall's face, snarling. "You bastard."
The smile fades. Squall steps away, cold and professional and so much more than Seifer can ever be.
"You're the bastard, Almasy."
And in the torture of the cell, locked in with the key thrown away, never to touch Hyperion or slide it through a monster's guts again, Seifer comes to know torture. He'll know it as intimately as Squall knew the electricity arcing through his body, and he'll understand that it's revenge, but he'll never say sorry 'cause that's just the way they work, blow for blow, scar for scar, torture for torture.
Pairing: None
Warnings: None
Rating: PG13
Summary: An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth. For
30enemies.Squall stops by to see Seifer just once, when he's in prison. Before his trial, but after the verdict. The verdict was decided the first time his blade sliced a child's throat (a clean death, a release from pain and grief and hurt, but they don't realise what he gave that kid, they only see that the world is okay now and the child is dead and Seifer lives).
"They're going to lock you up, forever," Squall says, softly, his face against the bars. He doesn't look like he cares -- oh, such practiced nonchalence -- but Seifer smirks anyway.
"No, Leonhart, they're going to kill me."
Squall smiles. It's not a pleasant smile, not the smile he keeps for Rinoa. Seifer hates him for it, all of a sudden, the dark smile, the smile that's maybe just a tad like his own. "I don't think so. I put in a word for you."
Seifer is up in a second and against the bars, in Squall's face, snarling. "You bastard."
The smile fades. Squall steps away, cold and professional and so much more than Seifer can ever be.
"You're the bastard, Almasy."
And in the torture of the cell, locked in with the key thrown away, never to touch Hyperion or slide it through a monster's guts again, Seifer comes to know torture. He'll know it as intimately as Squall knew the electricity arcing through his body, and he'll understand that it's revenge, but he'll never say sorry 'cause that's just the way they work, blow for blow, scar for scar, torture for torture.