"Scars don't fade if you know what you're doing." And repeat the action every once in a while but he wasn't going to tell Firion that. Rubbing one of the burn marks on his wrists with his fingers, he glanced over at Firion's scrapped leg before commenting, "It's easier to pretend you have no emotions. Easier for others to expect nothing emotionally from you but a job well done. For a while, that's all I thought I wanted but then..."

A faint smile touched his lips at the memory but Squall shook his head, waving the mental image away. It was a good thing she wasn't here to see him. No doubt she'd bash his head in, telling Squall everything that Firion had already done.

"It's not about dreams for me. Dreams were... are more of Seifer's thing. For me it was purpose and the mission. Promises worked too. I don't promise things easily, Firion but I always keep them. And there's a promise I still need to fulfill. One I'm not sure I'll be able too, now that I'm here."

The more time he spent in this world, the less likely he thought he'd be able to go back home--back home to Rinoa.