[ With Squall crouching in front of him, the Warrior doesn't look to him but instead, looks behind him on the ground, gently allowing the fingers of his freed hand to wiggle a little more as chips of ice fall from the tips. ]
Have you ever agreed to the deaths of your comrades?
[ He asks that softly, allowing his gaze to finally look to Squall. ]
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Have you ever agreed to the deaths of your comrades?
[ He asks that softly, allowing his gaze to finally look to Squall. ]
Because I allowed that of you.