"Do it."
"…"
"Scared?"
"…"
"I knew you'd just be a pussy. Can't do what you have to when the time comes."
"…"
"You were always weak."
"Whatever." Squall brings the blade up and down, tastes the blood that splatters across his face. The stench of blood that pumps in frenzy spills over his legs, and he watches the wound across Seifer's chest hang open – like a mouth, lips twitching.
He matches Seifer's emerald gaze, and the other smiles.
"K-knew I could c-count on y-you."
Squall stays where he is even as sirens wail into existence, and Selphie and Rinoa are running up to him.
He takes his time saying goodbye.