Squall presses his lips together, grim and trying not to be impulsively annoyed. He shakes his head.

"When I said plan, I mean gathering resources. Money, shelter, weapons, food. We have nothing to fall back on if another blackout happens or if we get hunted. My friends and I have a place but it's too far out of the city and our clones found us there already. Seifer is making weapons there..."

He inhales slowly. "I don't want to die. I don't want anyone else to. But we have to be prepared if it happens." He ducks his head. "If it comes down to it, I rather it be me."

He wants his friends to go home and live a better life, okay? He looks back again, focusing back on tasks.

"We can look underground."