Somehow Nida was completely unshocked to find he wasn't remembered. In fact, that was probably a good thing when it came down to it. Or perhaps just status quo, which he was okay with. What he was not okay with was that other comment. It was true, and something he had worked toward later on, but he didn't like hearing that from Seifer Almasy. The man who had tried to destroy their home. Kill people he cared about.

Where he was, a bit toppled on this side of the snow, Nida reaches behind himself and grabs a handful of the snow and throws it at Seifer in a quick fling, as if he was throwing sand in his eyes.

"You're so fucking conceited!"