Postscript: SeeD at Last

Seated on his bed, Seifer tossed his brand new SeeD uniform into the trash bin. He'd never worn his cadet uniform and he didn't see any reason to ever wear the even more ridiculous SeeD uniform.

In fact, he was a bit surprised to be here. Back in Garden, in his own room. An official SeeD. He hadn't really expected Squall to follow through.

The uniform had been neatly folded on his bed, with his employment contract on top. Seifer was pretty sure there were some extra clauses in the contract, stuff that other SeeDs didn't have to put up with. Specific demands that Seifer follow every order to a tee or risk immediate expulsion. There was also some stuff about him being on probation, and having to report directly to Squall until further notice. He didn't think Squall was responsible for that part—he figured Squall would just as soon have nothing more to do with him. Probably the higher-ups had insisted. And Squall had gone along, the good little boy who always did what he was told. Seifer couldn't help rolling his eyes as he read it. Sure, he'd follow Squall's orders—as long as they weren't stupid.

Even so, Seifer was not oblivious to his rather precarious position. He couldn't deny that he'd chosen the wrong dog in the fight. But who could have predicted little Squall and his band of misfits could have taken down a time-controlling Sorceress?

Whatever his past mistakes, Seifer was ready to move on. The best way to do that would be to forget it all. And he could, he'd just need a whole bunch of Guardian Forces.

He still had Griever. The puny lion ought to be worth two or three other GFs to Squall. He'd just have to figure when to arrange a trade.

Seifer sat back and stared silently across the room. No longer a Knight, but a SeeD. The reality of that was just starting to sink in. His gaze fell on the rumpled uniform in the trash. Just thinking about putting it on made his skin crawl. He was his own person; he wasn't going to allow himself to fade away into a sea of matching uniforms.

Still, he stood up and walked over to the trash bin.

He bent and retrieved the uniform. He dusted it off and hung it from the hook on the wall. He didn't have any plans to ever wear it, but he supposed it wouldn't hurt to keep it around for a while.