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If we could sit together a moment
Who: Squall Leonhart and Firion
Where: The Dark Cave
When: Wednesday
Summary: Firion finally finds Squall in the Dark Cave and they have a chat.
Rating: PG to be safe?
Log:
After talking to Zidane, Firion approached the Dark Cave and, true its name, it was very dark inside. He reached into his pack and pulled out a flashlight, turning it on and going inside. This world's technology still made him gawk sometimes. It had taken him awhile to figure out how a flashlight even works. A torch without a flame? He didn't get it and in the end, never did. He just new he needed those battery things whenever the light wouldn't turn back on.
He was lucky to have Wild Rose with him as she was the most effective against all these rock Pokemon, but still, he didn't find Squall. Worse still, he got lost. It had been a long time since he had been in this cave and the last time he had another companion. Firion sighed dejectedly, where could Squall have gone? And why did he leave his Pokemon?! It was almost suicidal! No, it was suicidal. He knew Squall liked to be alone but they had all been effected by those nightmares and they all knew Squall had gotten the worst of it all.
"Damn it, Squall," He murmured, crossing his arms, flashlight still in hand. He didn't pay attention during that split second of no light and luck was not on his side. The ground abruptly dropped off. With a startled yelp, Firion felt down the ledge. He was lucky it was hardly more than a five feet, but the staggered way he had fallen meant he found himself sprawled on the ground, knees skinned and scraps on his hand from trying to catch himself. But, it could have been worse and that was the good. "Ow..."
Well, his flashlight had survived, at least. Firion stood up and went to grab it.
Where: The Dark Cave
When: Wednesday
Summary: Firion finally finds Squall in the Dark Cave and they have a chat.
Rating: PG to be safe?
Log:
After talking to Zidane, Firion approached the Dark Cave and, true its name, it was very dark inside. He reached into his pack and pulled out a flashlight, turning it on and going inside. This world's technology still made him gawk sometimes. It had taken him awhile to figure out how a flashlight even works. A torch without a flame? He didn't get it and in the end, never did. He just new he needed those battery things whenever the light wouldn't turn back on.
He was lucky to have Wild Rose with him as she was the most effective against all these rock Pokemon, but still, he didn't find Squall. Worse still, he got lost. It had been a long time since he had been in this cave and the last time he had another companion. Firion sighed dejectedly, where could Squall have gone? And why did he leave his Pokemon?! It was almost suicidal! No, it was suicidal. He knew Squall liked to be alone but they had all been effected by those nightmares and they all knew Squall had gotten the worst of it all.
"Damn it, Squall," He murmured, crossing his arms, flashlight still in hand. He didn't pay attention during that split second of no light and luck was not on his side. The ground abruptly dropped off. With a startled yelp, Firion felt down the ledge. He was lucky it was hardly more than a five feet, but the staggered way he had fallen meant he found himself sprawled on the ground, knees skinned and scraps on his hand from trying to catch himself. But, it could have been worse and that was the good. "Ow..."
Well, his flashlight had survived, at least. Firion stood up and went to grab it.
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He sighed softly. "A week. You've been gone a week. And Tidus was here, but he didn't remember me or Light."
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"That long? Thought it was only a few days since I left..." The SeeD shrugged before adjusting his position on the floor, tucking a leg underneath him. "Must have hurt--him not remembering you. You and Tidus... You two were close, weren't you? During the Conflict. I remember him saying that he stuck out with you the longest when we were still looking for our crystals."
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It touched him. But then he disappeared.
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Squall smiled slightly with a hint of wry, "I'll probably never know because memories are currency of a sort in my world."
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The power they gave them was what they needed to face the dangers of Ultimecia's time. The GFs helped them defeat Ultimecia, allowed them to use and draw magic from others. They even helped them become stronger and more resilient to attacks.
"We didn't know the risks for a while but even after we learned what the GFs wanted for payment, we all decided that we would always need them and it was a sacrifice we would have to make."
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Sacrifices were always being made during war and battles, Firion knew that better than anyone.
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The true purpose of SeeD might have been to destroy the Sorceress but the decisions NORG made about utilizing SeeD as a mercenary force remained. It was what Squall had been brought up to do, what he had been trained to become from the very beginning, ever since he was enrolled into Garden.
"For all I know... The War might not be over in my world." All he remembered was the island, walking from one end to the other. He was lost in Time Compression and while he was wandering the Time Stream, Ultimecia's propaganda in his time might have still been in effect. Galbadia might have still be trying to eliminate Esthar, might still be trying to take over Balamb.
Balamb Garden was still recovering and being rebuilt after the Battle of Gardens. He never once asked Cid what the status of Garden was. Squall was more concerned about Rinoa than anything else before traveling to Esthar to find Odine.
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He sighed softly and looked to Squall. "I was never trained for it. Maria, Guy, and I... we simply wanted to avenge our parents and help stop this war. And we did. But we had to learn along the way. If there was no more war on your world, why still be a mercenary? Why not live peacefully with the people you care about? Only take up the blade should you need to protect and I know you are a great fighter, Squall. You don't need the powers of the GFs.
"At least... I don't think so," Firion finished, looking ahead as he leaned back against the rocky wall.
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"The World I left.. still needs to be rebuilt, even if the War's not over." Esthar's Capital was most likely completely gone. Trabia needed to be rebuilt. Students and faculty members from Trabia needed aid. "There's still much to do.
"Even if our skills aren't used for war, they can still be used for something else." Protecting others would probably be in high demand. Everything else was still up in the air. "As long as someone's willing to pay some price. Money, resources. Doesn't matter.
"I am a SeeD and I always will be until I die. I can't see myself doing anything else." Except being Rinoa's Knight because she needs me to be her Knight and I promised that I would be.
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He sighed softly. "Are you sure that is the life you want though? I won't... tell you to try and live your life in some other way, however, you always have that option. You may have grown up one way, but that does not mean you can't change by choice. Besides... why not have fighters who fight for their country or world because they want to, rather than paying them to do so?
"In the end, of course, it is still your choice," Firion finished. Then, he pushed himself up with a soft grunt. He stretched his legs, wincing softly before turning to Squall and offering a hand. "Everything is always your choice. All you need to do is make it."
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Not when it seemed like my entire life up to this point had been planned out for me since my Sister left me.
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And that is probably all Firion would ever ask of Squall, the Cosmos Warrior he barely knew but still considered a friend.
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It came from always wanting to help everyone and give the best for everyone, usually at his own expense. But he wasn't going to say that out loud. Just as long as everyone else was happy (or on that path).
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"We probably should... Head back." Letting go of Firion, Squall walked over to his bag before absently removing the wrapped scarves on his shoulders, intent on putting on his jacket without too much hindrance. "They're probably getting more worried by the minute.
"Aren't they?" He muttered that last sentence under his breath.
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Squall was going to put on his jacket to cover up the marks, Firion thought but didn't say much at first. Then, "I have an actual first aid kit at the inn, I can come visit you later to treat your wounds if you like."
Without the others knowing was the silent extra sentence that he didn't say, but implied just as much.
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"They'll probably want an explanation," He was muttering to himself, throwing his pack over his shoulder, managing to completely hide the flinch of pain from another wound Firion didn't know about. It was the first thing he did once he entered the cave, to reopen the damn wound the Sorceress gave him from his world.
The throbbing pain was mostly gone, if not completely unless aggravated. As long as Firion thought only the wounds on his arms were his only self-inflicted injuries, then Squall didn't see a point of mentioning he had another.
Raising his arm, he called out, "Diablos. Pandemonium. Return."
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He wasn't fond of anyone lying or hiding their injuries, but he already knew that Squall's injuries were hardly life threatening and the young man probably didn't need anyone else nagging him like he had just done earlier. He did, however, raise an eyebrow and frown slightly at the choice of names Squall had given his Pokemon. "Pandemonium?"
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"Cecil called his ghost, Avenger didn't he? What's wrong with Pandemonium?" Squall lifted an eyebrow at Firion.
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"Pandemonium was name of the Emperor's domain during the Conflict," He explained.
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"Hn. Was it?" Squall never bothered to find out the names of the battlefields he fought. They were just arenas that he needed to fight in. "Names differ. Depends mostly on what the person's perspective." He tossed his Drifloon's ball into the air before catching it. "Demon's name came from my world. Diablos's, too."
He paused in his stride, glancing back at Firion over his shoulder. The SeeD jerked his head, "Coming?"
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He wasn't going to question the name anymore, there was simply no point. Besides, they were leaving the Dark Cave and that was enough to derail the conversation.