Seifer looked up at the bright sun, feeling the grass and earth beneath his bare feet and sighed at the wind that flowed through his hair. Garden. It had been tough, tougher then he ever thought it would be. Better believe it…It was the norm when I was…younger…Before the Sorceress and the war that had torn his world apart.
But his world was slowly coming back together again. His body was regaining its strength, health-wise and Hyperion-wise. Squall and him could sit in the same room together for a few moments until they got to each other's throats, which was somewhat comforting, that old conflict although now it had to be a little less physical. Smirking inwardly, he thought He is the "commander" now. He chuckled softly. The others…well, the rest of the orphanage gang was mildly accepting him. Except for Quistis…But besides them, Matron, and Cid, the damned students still were wary, as they should be. If they weren't he'd have to enforce that.
His thoughts drifted…Quistis…She had not accepted him, she had not even tried to act like he was part of their group again and they all knew he wasn't. But she had given him a curt welcome and treated him as a student that needed teaching. She was always there, telling him to do this and that and…well…that never turned out well. Usually with a screaming match. Right now she could whip his ass if it ever came to a fight so he made sure not to push her that far.
But he liked that…almost made him feel like a real person again, one who…Memories almost surfaced and he forced them back. Instead he thought of Quistis's face in one of their screaming matches or smiling when he did something right. The bad memories could never break past that wall of Quistis.
Standing up, he put on his shoes and calmly walked with his arrogant smile and walk obediently showing up like a dog on his character. He shouldered Hyperion. He was late to lessons. Quistis would have to wait. She would be angry, but that was what he liked.
