"SEIFER!" Squall's voice rung through the church. He sounded drunk, but it was only the heartache and pain that made him sound that way, because he hadn't been able to find a drink. OH, the heartache and pain. He clutched in one hand, like a magic talisman, the royal birth certificate proclaiming him to be the long-lost Squallington Whitney Horace Aloysius Thaddeus Eustace Vivian Ewain Raphael Loire, crown prince of Esthar.
"SEIFER!!! Before you go any farther with this tragic farce, I just want you to know you've rejected ROYALTY!!! That's right, I'm a prince, baby!"
Re: Speak with Father Seifer
"SEIFER!!! Before you go any farther with this tragic farce, I just want you to know you've rejected ROYALTY!!! That's right, I'm a prince, baby!"