Squall still somewhat missed the memory eating spirits. But as he got used to being without them, it was certainly better to have them out of their minds. He was going to enjoy having his memories untampered.

Squall also couldn't say how he was supposed to make a table with a knife. But it was something that should be possible, and he did not have a lot of other obligations to occupy his time. Making something at least helped him feel slightly productive.

But his hand shifted in surprise that Seifer actually agreed with him, in his own way. It might be nice to spar with Seifer again, if they could do so without actually trying to kill each other.

Pressing his thumb against the unintended scratch on the wood, he looked over to Seifer. "Table. A table leg. People could use furniture." He could already hear Seifer mock him for this.