[Thread] Squall & Selphie

[hadtoleave]

Who: Squall and Selphie.
What: A break for chattin' and food.
When: After this.
Where: Library.
Rating: PG/PG-13?

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"Why are you letting all of this get to you now?" If their roles reversed, and he still the leader, she would have told him that he needed to set an example for everyone else. That wasn't the case, but deep down, Selphie still saw Squall as the leader. It was frightening to see him be so... weak?

The girl actually growled. Her temper was flaring, and she was tempted to just let him have it: yell at him for forgetting everyone, yell at him because she missed their world, yell at him because she wanted everything to be back to normal, yell at him because she was tired of all the dumb people in the castle not listening to her when all she wanted to do was help. "You. Are. My. Friend. Worrying about you, even if you're perfectly fine, is so not a waste of time! You come first, even if this whole place was exploding!"

And there he went, missing the point again. Kind of sad, considering he was a gunblade specialist. "I think you didn't want to die, period," she said, but she honestly didn't know what he had been thinking. She hadn't thought about that event until now.

"Of course that's not the only time," Selphie said, tone a bit firmer after he slammed his fist on the table. If he wanted to act like a brat, she would show him how it was done. "But don't you run! I'm just concerned about you, that's all!" And a little pissed annoyed at, but Selphie was able to let go of such things easily. She knew something like this was going to happen eventually--it was best to get it all out now instead of in the middle of a swarm of Ganados.

[hadtoleave]

"What the hell? It's always gotten to me." It was practically all he thought about. He wanted it to stop and he thought if he got some answers then maybe it would.

And he didn't want Selphie angry with him, but too late. He was furious with the situation and himself, so he was going to take out his frustration on the nearest target. "You can't put me first!" he argued, leaning forwards. "If you let your emotions cloud your judgment, you're a liability to yourself and others! You know that, goddamnit!"

He shook his head, the motion sending his bangs into disarray. "I don't want to die," he agreed. But he couldn't put the rest into words. Was it that he didn't want to be forgotten after a few kind 'oh poor Squall' words? He didn't want to be talked about like some piece of old furniture? Didn't want-what?

"What else?" he asked impatiently. Wait, he was going somewhere? He glanced down, noting both hands on the table now, one foot already halfway to turning him towards the door. He clenched his fists tighter and ground out, "I'm not leaving." It sounded petulant, even to him. He hated it-but was helpless to stop.