@scarredxdreamer from here
Eyes of different colors fluttered open when he heard the door open, and he winced. The beating that the men had recently gave him was not fun, and all he wanted to do was go home. He shook violently, preparing for another beating.
‘Rest, Sol. For fuck’s sake, Seifer and Squall are probably tearing the world apart looking for you.’
His SeeD uniform was torn in different places, and his mother’s wedding ring was visible on a chain around his neck. It glinted in the moonlight, seeming to beckon attention.
Words, jumbled to him from not only the beating but the drugs that they slipped into his system. Someone was speaking to him, but he couldn’t understand what they were saying.
But he knew that voice. That cocky, arrogant yet suave voice that could only be Seifer.
His words were slurred, tired even. But Sol prayed with all his might to Hyne that this wasn’t a dream.