Squall walked down to the shoreline, unsurprised to see Seifer sitting in the sand, the tide slowly ebbing and flowing, sprinkling his boots with saltwater.
"Are you here to kill me?"
Squall was surprised to hear the question, holding no surprise or bitterness in its tone, before Seifer even turned around to see who it was walking up behind him.
"Why would I do that?" Squall came closer and slowly sat down beside him. He didn't look at him. He didn't want to see any remorse in those green eyes.
Seifer had no reply but to scoff loudly and turn his head to the side, away from Squall.
"If you're not going to kill me, then what are you doing here?" Seifer sighed.
"Would you believe me if I said I just wanted to see you?"
"A veritable speech for the Ice Prince of Balamb," Seifer drawled and faced Squall suddenly, a fire now in his eyes.
Well, that answered that question.
"I'm leaving for Timber tonight," Seifer said after a moment's pause. "I've decided to lend a hand to their little revolution."
"Whatever...."
"That's the old Squall I once knew," Seifer whispered, nearly inaudible.