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["...if you have any further questions please do not hesitate to contact myself or a SeeD."]

[Seifer isn't pleased after he skims his letter and rereads everything twice. Was this a joke? This had to be the worst joke ever. Considering where he had just been and what he had done? And now he was back here of all places?

Something wasn't right, something was definitely not right. And it was in the form of "Unfortunately you have been transported to our time via Time Compression by the work of a powerful Sorceress...".

Fuck. His. Life.

What is his life? Setting himself up to be fucked over by sorceresses, that's what.

So before the Faculty can find him and snatch him up to escort him to the Headmaster's office, Seifer's going there on his own free will... even if he can't access 3F himself.]

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[Quistis was still quite not use to such a formal title, but she gives Cid a small smile.]

Please, Headmaster, there's no need to use such a long title to address me. Quistis is just fine.

[But she adopts a rather stiff and formal stance now, clearly meaning business.]

... Cadet Almasy would like to speak to you. I don't think he recalls anything from his past months here in Garden.

[As much as Cid would like to continue teasing her on the matter of her new title, he can't help but sigh. Seifer - so rash, so impulsive, so loud. Impatient!

Cid should be used to it; he's had to deal with the troubled youth for quite some time now, since ever Cid can remember.]

Of course. But such is a given, Quistis, with the world and situation we live in today.

[He nods towards the door.]

Let him know that I'll speak with him then, thank you.

Yes, sir. [Out of habit, Quistis does a quick SeeD salute before turning to head back out into the hallway.

Once she's finally out there, she addresses Seifer:]

The Headmaster will speak with you now.

'Bout damn time.

[Not that Seifer's actually LOOKING FORWARD to it... He's now beginning to dread confronting the old man, and has a feeling of what they'll be discussing.

The tall blond male, however, pauses at the open door.]

[Cid sits at his desk, patiently waiting for Seifer to enter. He can make out his body just at the door, and can sense his hesitation from across the room.]

Please, Seifer-- come in.

[Still the hesitation remains and Seifer barely catches himself glancing at Quistis before forcing one foot in front of the other to step into the Headmaster's office.

For someone who's been around twenty long years since the supposed end of Ultimecia, Cid looks surprisingly good for someone who's sixty something. Or that's what Seifer thinks his age is now...]

Ah, Seifer-- please, sit down. [ Cid makes a sweeping gesture of his hand to the seat before his desk, giving Seifer an encouraging smile. ]

[Automatically Seifer approaches the chair, pauses at its side to stare down at it and then lowers himself down very slowly. He glances across at the Headmaster and waits.]

[ Cid folds his hands over his desk, and peers at Seifer over his glasses. His eyes give the male a quick assessment, before he clears his throat. ]

Now, Seifer-- I assume you wanted to see me to discuss your current situation, am I right?

...That's right.

[If he looks a little stiff sitting there, it's because he's feeling now a bit uncomfortable seated in front of this man. He may have run his mouth earlier but now that he was facing him...]

Are there any questions I could answer for you?

Few of 'em, yeah.

[He frowns to himself and shifts in his chair.]

I get you're a pretty forgivin' man, you've been that way since you took me in. So why now?

[ Cid's expression is rather troubled as he considers how to answer that. ]

A lot has happened over the past twenty years, but one thing that the rest of the world isn't quite pleased about is the fact that you have yet to be tried for war crimes due to your participation in the second Sorceress Wars. I believe that Balamb Garden is currently the safest place for you, at least until everything is sorted out. We have no doubts that Trabia and maybe even Galbadia may want to try you in court.

[Shifts back in the chair and rubs a hand over the back of his neck, eyes averting. He's trying not to scowl; some of it might have slipped out as he mutters:] You always were takin' in charity cases...

[Cid glances at Seifer over the rim of his glasses.]

Please, Seifer; you're more than a charity case. You all are.

Then what're you doing takin' in a lost cause, Headmaster?

[Seifer darts his gaze forward to meet Cid's. His look is hard and his expression mildly torn between trying to remain impassive and frustrated, unsure.]

[His gaze is firm.]

You're not a 'lost cause', Seifer.

Then what the hell am I?! The hell're you keepin' me around here for?!

[He'll be apologetic later for his outbursts, Headmaster. Right now he's frustrated and confused, and really... this is the last place he wants to be.]

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