[ He's kneeling on the floor of the Golden Entranceway, the body of a much taller young man draped over one leg. They were both dirty, streaked with sweat and blood with a nice coat of dust. Shifting Doumeki against him, Squall looked into the 'seal'. Tense. Hard. Scrutinizing. ]

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