Welcome to knowing things you never wanted to, Squall. Seifer hadn't wanted to share, things just came out when the right buttons were pushed hard enough. Squall had done a fine job of that the last time this conversation came up. Luck. Always with the luck. Squall had it in droves. Bitterly Seifer wondered when he might ever get a slice.

"Guess. Fuckin' time loops." That's all he really knows. It was a time loop, it'd happen regardless and they had no other choice. He just wished he'd not had to play the part he did. Seifer twitched a little at the name, Matron, his jaw tightening. Going a little pale. Don't mind him he's just mildly freaking out. "Cid's a fucking coward who made you do his dirty work." He hisses, loathing clear in his tone. Now if Squall wants to know hate, that's what that sounds like.

They could have been better prepared. Maybe he wouldn't have jumped into her service the way he had. Maybe... hindsight was always so much clearer, wasn't it?