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FFVIII: Choke
Fandom: Final Fantasy VIII
Pairing: None
Warnings: Angst
Rating: PG
Summary: A last meeting and no forgiveness. For![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
30enemies.
"Hey, Squall."
Seifer's voice was quiet. Heavy with the weight of defeat. That was about the only reason Squall turned to face him, actually bothered to listen. He'd thought that Seifer would be arrogant to the last. Refusing to admit that anything had happened. He'd thought that Seifer would try to pretend away the blood spilt, the lives lost, the torture, but the heaviness to Seifer's voice said not.
"Almasy."
"Use my first name. Promise it won't choke you."
"Won't it?"
"Suppose I am the bastard that tortured you," Seifer said, softly, meeting Squall's eyes carefully. It was late night. Balamb town. Squall had left Garden for a while to find some peace in the dark, away from the lights and dancing and people that hailed him as a hero. Fuck that. Fuck all of it. He'd never wanted that. Didn't seem right anyway, with the trail of bodies left behind them all.
"You're just a bastard. Pure and simple."
Seifer laughed. It wasn't really a pleasant sound and Squall almost winced to hear it. It reminded him for a moment of chains and arcing electricity and rough leather hands. Then he blinked it away and shrugged and turned to go.
"Squall," Seifer said again.
"What?"
"For what it's worth, I am sorry."
"It's not worth much."
And that was it. Squall walked away and left Seifer standing there with all the apologies still burning a hole inside him. Too much blood spilt, too many bodies. Too much said and done to ever go back to being anything more than enemies.
Pairing: None
Warnings: Angst
Rating: PG
Summary: A last meeting and no forgiveness. For
30enemies."Hey, Squall."
Seifer's voice was quiet. Heavy with the weight of defeat. That was about the only reason Squall turned to face him, actually bothered to listen. He'd thought that Seifer would be arrogant to the last. Refusing to admit that anything had happened. He'd thought that Seifer would try to pretend away the blood spilt, the lives lost, the torture, but the heaviness to Seifer's voice said not.
"Almasy."
"Use my first name. Promise it won't choke you."
"Won't it?"
"Suppose I am the bastard that tortured you," Seifer said, softly, meeting Squall's eyes carefully. It was late night. Balamb town. Squall had left Garden for a while to find some peace in the dark, away from the lights and dancing and people that hailed him as a hero. Fuck that. Fuck all of it. He'd never wanted that. Didn't seem right anyway, with the trail of bodies left behind them all.
"You're just a bastard. Pure and simple."
Seifer laughed. It wasn't really a pleasant sound and Squall almost winced to hear it. It reminded him for a moment of chains and arcing electricity and rough leather hands. Then he blinked it away and shrugged and turned to go.
"Squall," Seifer said again.
"What?"
"For what it's worth, I am sorry."
"It's not worth much."
And that was it. Squall walked away and left Seifer standing there with all the apologies still burning a hole inside him. Too much blood spilt, too many bodies. Too much said and done to ever go back to being anything more than enemies.