"That's be a pretty cool image that, right? The army comes rushing in, and there you are, lookin' like a bad-ass sittin' in the throne. The army has been fighting in your honor despite you having passing a long, long time ago. Mhm. And when the Roze Army invades, we're so in awe of your dignity and determination - regardless of how stupid - that we erat a state on that very place of you sitting in the throne, immortalized in cold marble forever. And everyone can see the Folly of King Squall. Hm. Its really quite poetic," she snickered, raising her hand to pinch his cheek lightly.

"Don't die on your throne, Pretty Boy. Come out of the castle and play."