"I guess being angry is easier than being sad."
If it were anyone other than Fuu, he'd die rather than admit that out loud, but Seifer has always suffered from an overabundance of passion, emotions, all that bullshit, and he needs to vent it off occasionally or he'll explode.
Right now, though, he finishes off the last of some incredibly shitty beer, crushes the can in his fist, and skips it across the surface of the placid sea like a stone.
It makes five bounces before it disappears, swallowed up in the beginning swell of a tiny wave.
"Not that I'm sad-- I'm mostly just pissed," he clarifies. Before she thinks he's developed a soul or something. "It probably would have been easier if she'd killed me instead of ditched me."
A knight abandoned, feral and unhinged and scared shitless-- call me a young revolutionary, spat out through dry lips, heart in his throat and magic wild in his bones, no longer suppressed beneath Ultimecia's power and possession.
He feels like a marionette with its strings unceremoniously cut.
"The hell are we supposed to do now, Fuu?" -burntchild
In many ways, she could be considered the opposite of the tall, burly blond. Fu used less words, took up less space, commanded less attention. Maybe she even served as some sort of replacement for what the commander used to be to Seifer? But whatever it was, she never questioned their relationship, their friendship and camaraderie, nor his loyalty.
There had been moments when Fujin had questioned if the path her friend was set on was the right one for him, of course. Which was why she had confronted him at last, back then, in the belly of the Lunatic Pandora. Being able to sit beside him right this moment was something she did not take for granted - she knew how very close her friend had come to perishing that day. So when he crushed the beer can to make it skip over the watery surface, her uncovered ruby eye closed as she drew a slow, measured breath.
After a long, silent pause - a silence only she seemed to be able to share with the otherwise so very impatient man - Fu nodded. She knew what it felt like. To have anger reign over any other emotion. It had always been her go-to way to deal with things, because allowing herself to feel sad or to cry meant to be weak, and life did not forgive a man who showed weakness, much less a woman.
She swallowed, clearly fighting against the habitual muteness that usually forced her to resort to curt gestures and even shorter expressions of words.
Her gaze darted to the corner of her eye, taking in the form of her friend staring into what seemed a different time than the present as he asked her what they were to do now. She didn’t know. Never had. For Hyne’s sake, they were merely children when all of this had started to spin out of control.
Finally, her head turned so she could face him properly, and gift him one of those very, very rare moments when the hardness of her ruby eye faded, when her expression softened ever so slightly. Her hand reached for his, and she gave it a gentle, yet reaffirming squeeze.
All of this conveyed what she wasn’t able to form into words.
And now, we move on. Forward. We take control of our lives and forge our own destiny. And most importantly we’re not alone in doing so. You are not alone. Rai and I will be here with you. As we always have. No matter which path you choose to walk next, we will be ever at your side. We’ll have your back.
The single word left her quietly, almost softly, as she let go of his hand to look back out onto the water. The past hadn’t been kind to either of them, but she was determined to keep protecting Seifer, to be at his side as the friend she had always been, sure of the same determination living in Rai. They were family, after all.
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