"A lot of time has passed."
There was no response to his words, and Squall thought back to a time when their situations were reversed.
"No one blames you for what hap-"
"Well, maybe they should!" Seifer exploded, standing so roughly his chair clattered to the floor. "Why wouldn't they? I do!"
There was fire in his eyes, but not the same fire Squall could remember. The old fire was all youthful arrogance and cocky assurance. Now it was a pained fury, wrought with guilt and self loathing.
It made Squall wish he could challenge him to a duel without it coming across the wrong way. Squall wanted to knock some sense into him, to see some of the old Seifer, but he would just take it as a means of punishment, a way of making penance for past sins.
"I didn't come here to feed into your self-pity; I came here to bring you home. Are you coming, or not?"