She called him Commander. It might not last much longer, so he savored the words. “I’m resigning as SeeD Commander.” Subtlety was not his strong suit, so he thought it best to dive right into it; it was after all, why he was here.
“What? Why? You’ve done such a good job as SeeD Commander, Squall. I don’t understand…”
“Since the battle is over, all they’ve had me do is sit in an office and gather dust like a trophy. I’m not an administrator Quistis.” I’m a mercenary. I can’t just sit here signing my name on things; was this really what all that training was for? “So I’m leaving.”