Squall lets Six lead him through the medwing and, abruptly stopping before the door, turns towards B-312 and gives him a stare - not scathing or disrespectful one, just stern and hoping for understanding. Six is one head taller than Squall is, and the SeeD Commander has to raise his head to look him into the eyes, but that doesn't quench his resolve.
(@Six) Squall: Don't think we are done talking yet. From what I've seen, you're the most consummate professional out of you people. So you'll have to do some explanation concerning how'd you let someone like this "knight" into your ranks. But that's for later. You've fought to keep the Garden safe, which I respect and have to thank you along with your comrades for it. ~still looking into the eyes and not expressing any particular emotion, he offers Six a handshake~
Hastur enters and takes a seat opposite the bed. He's in his adult form, and his expression is the mix of worry and serenity.
(@Einar) The King In Yellow: How are you holding up?
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Six: Let it suffice for now that we didn't know this was a problem he had. We will need to be more diligent in the future.
-shakes Squall's hand-
-his grip as tough as it was last time-
It was the right thing to do. My job, as a Spartan, was to protect humanity, no matter the cost. I may have found myself in a new field, but I won't stop keeping people safe.
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"Seven is here too, dressed like the concept of choosing clothes that look nice together was an arcane secret far beyond their grasp."Squall nods in understanding, then opens the door.
The ward looks more like a confinement cell with Para-Magic-infused nodes, mages from the number of senior SeeD operatives and reinforced shackles used to restrain Artorias. As every mercenary present salutes, Squall dismisses them with a gesture and stands in front of stabilized and awake, but still incapacitated Artorias.
Squall: It is time. Come, Quetzalcoatl.
A majestic serpentine creature with green feathered wings
manifests as a transparent shape behind Squall, and magic energies begin to converge in the air as Squall outstretches his hand and points it towards Artorias.
Squall: Well then. Triple. Dispel. Esuna. Stop. Slow. Float.
Artorias finds himself able to talk, but suspended mid-air without any opportunity to move. Squall's staring directly at the helmetless face of the knight.
(@Artorias) Squall: State your name.
Hastur smiles wearily.
(@Einar) The King In Yellow: At least you've got the spirit. Was that as much of a hellhole as it seems by traces of the skirmish?
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Lisa: -shrugs- Beats me. Don't really care, I'm assuming he's fired after this
Hathor: ...I see. Were there any casualties? And what is the... status of our mission now, so to speak?