"You keep that thing sharp," Seifer hissed, appreciation mingling in the pained sound. Leonhart didn't bother to deign him a reply aside from an expression that seemed to scream derision at Seifer's obvious remark.
As Seifer sunk to the ground, he jumped slightly as Squall knelt beside him and took his arm in hand.
"It's deeper than I thought," Squall said quietly, casting a quiet Cure on the wound he had caused only moments before.
Seifer blinked at the close proximity as he turned to face the voice and ended up nose-to-nose with Squall.
"Hi," he whispered.