Untampered. Seifer still wasn't entirely sure what was real or not, what memories belonged to him or were missing, or fake entirely. Basically his head was a mess and he was in no mood to confess that to anyone. Hell he wasn't even entirely sure he was having this conversation and not actually just locked up in a mental hospital or something. It'd sure serve him right.

So pick up hobbies or go stir crazy, is the thing Seifer will need to be taking away from this. Too bad Garden never offered classes like wood shop or machine shop that might teach them skills outside of how to be a mercenary. Frankly once he settles in a little better and stops thinking he's just nuts he's going to be very lost.

Could they still spar, at this juncture, without all that vitriol coming out? Might just be possible in time. Seifer's certainly acting a little calmer right now, if still highly defensive.

There was a brief moment where he strongly considered asking if Squall planned on making that table for mice, since he didn't see anywhere near enough wood to make a whole table, but he amended. "Gonna be waitin' on that dining set for a while if that's as far as you've gotten." He considers. "Wait, how long have you been here?" Might as well know what timeline his delusions are running on right now.