[He stares back at Loki evenly at the placement of his hand and inhales slowly. He's still tense anyway but he's willing to see what he gets.
Which is apparently a memory he didn't technically lose so much as forget entirely (not that he can tell). His eyes widen to a flash of teeth. A lot of very sharp teeth on a very large t-rex-like creature. And the view is from someone who's far too small. Maybe seven years old, shaking hands holding up a sword seemingly attached to a gun. He's terrified but trying to stay firm despite being sprawled on the ground of a jungle-like area with a man-made path.
Squall yelps when the t-rexaur roars, tears gathering in his eyes. He's not going to cry. He's not going to cry. He's strong. He's not going to cry.
Suddenly, there's a loud yell and another figure jumping in from the side, slashing at the monster with his own variant of a gunblade. A youth with blond hair and a larger build even for an 8-year-old. There's a flash of an explosion with the strike and the youth dances on his feet when he lands.]
"What do you think you're doing, crybaby?"
[Squall wipes at his eyes and stands, pouting while attempting to look stoic.]
I'm training!
"To be t-rexaur food."
[The youth mocks. He seems comfortable in the monster's presence, enjoying the challenge. A small scuffle commences with Squall joining in to the best of his ability but it's more than evident they're no match. And thankfully the situation is resolved by two older teenagers in uniform striking the dinosaur down. And even that took a grueling fight.]
"Go home, Seifer. You're not even a level 5 trainee yet."
"Fuck off!"
[The teenage boy seems used to Seifer's presence and Seifer uncaring about his opinion. While the teenage girl tries to check on Squall and make sure he's okay.]
"Come on, let's get you out of the training center."
[The young Squall is sniffling a little, tears leaking from the corner of his eyes as he stubbornly wipes them away. He scrunches up his face, staring at Seifer's easy confidence and shakes his head.]
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Which is apparently a memory he didn't technically lose so much as forget entirely (not that he can tell). His eyes widen to a flash of teeth. A lot of very sharp teeth on a very large t-rex-like creature. And the view is from someone who's far too small. Maybe seven years old, shaking hands holding up a sword seemingly attached to a gun. He's terrified but trying to stay firm despite being sprawled on the ground of a jungle-like area with a man-made path.
Squall yelps when the t-rexaur roars, tears gathering in his eyes. He's not going to cry. He's not going to cry. He's strong. He's not going to cry.
Suddenly, there's a loud yell and another figure jumping in from the side, slashing at the monster with his own variant of a gunblade. A youth with blond hair and a larger build even for an 8-year-old. There's a flash of an explosion with the strike and the youth dances on his feet when he lands.]
"What do you think you're doing, crybaby?"
[Squall wipes at his eyes and stands, pouting while attempting to look stoic.]
I'm training!
"To be t-rexaur food."
[The youth mocks. He seems comfortable in the monster's presence, enjoying the challenge. A small scuffle commences with Squall joining in to the best of his ability but it's more than evident they're no match. And thankfully the situation is resolved by two older teenagers in uniform striking the dinosaur down. And even that took a grueling fight.]
"Go home, Seifer. You're not even a level 5 trainee yet."
"Fuck off!"
[The teenage boy seems used to Seifer's presence and Seifer uncaring about his opinion. While the teenage girl tries to check on Squall and make sure he's okay.]
"Come on, let's get you out of the training center."
[The young Squall is sniffling a little, tears leaking from the corner of his eyes as he stubbornly wipes them away. He scrunches up his face, staring at Seifer's easy confidence and shakes his head.]
No! If Seifer can do it, I can too.