[ Seifer stiffens considerably to hide the fact that that actually tickled a bit, since it's not exactly a desirable trait in soldiers. Impmon, while not appreciating being called "silly little bastard," takes it in stride anyway. ]

It is heroic. Sure, this place might be chock full of people wantin' to do it, but it's still potentially dangerous; we're headed for the Dark Field nearby, after all.

[ He twirls the Eliminator in his hands, his sour expression still hanging around. He'd already given Squall water before the hangover even kicked in. What a dumbass that he couldn't drink a few more bottles to stave it off. ]