[Seifer freezes at that hand on his arm. Is this pity? And the things Japan's saying... What is this. Is he this pathetic? Like some little boy who's gotten in too far over his head? Something very dark and incomprehensible settles on his face. Don't be ashamed to ask for help. Besides, you're only a little boy. That's what Edea had told him before he'd become her knight. Only a little boy... This silence is getting pretty long hunh. There's a short, quiet laugh and something about it is very harsh.]
The hell do you think I am?
[He stands up and looks down at the country. Again that laugh, more of a chuckle really, far from pleasant.]
You think I'm a little boy who can't handle war? Who can't get the job done?! Heh... I bid farewell to my childhood a long time ago Japan.
[He doesn't even realizing he's saying the very same thing Edea said to him before she dragged him off to be her knight. But there's a heady feeling running through his brain now like a half remembered dream. What it means to be a knight, to be out in the field, to be doing real work, not propping up this wreck of a city. The situation is hardly any better back home for him; how long had it been since he'd slept back there? How many injuries had he gained in the fighting? The details to worry about, the idiots to deal with, having no one, but his posse to rely on and all the world against him. Discedo is child's play; he won't be broken by it. He refuses to be! Again that chuckle and it really is a nasty sound isn't, there isn't the slightest echo of kindness in it.]
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Commentlog! FFF Seifer would just say it while being in Japan's face it was pretty spot on |D
Date: 2010-07-19 04:56 am (UTC)The hell do you think I am?
[He stands up and looks down at the country. Again that laugh, more of a chuckle really, far from pleasant.]
You think I'm a little boy who can't handle war? Who can't get the job done?! Heh... I bid farewell to my childhood a long time ago Japan.
[He doesn't even realizing he's saying the very same thing Edea said to him before she dragged him off to be her knight. But there's a heady feeling running through his brain now like a half remembered dream. What it means to be a knight, to be out in the field, to be doing real work, not propping up this wreck of a city. The situation is hardly any better back home for him; how long had it been since he'd slept back there? How many injuries had he gained in the fighting? The details to worry about, the idiots to deal with, having no one, but his posse to rely on and all the world against him. Discedo is child's play; he won't be broken by it. He refuses to be! Again that chuckle and it really is a nasty sound isn't, there isn't the slightest echo of kindness in it.]
Is this all you wanted?