Discipling Seifer was easy. He seemed to invite it, daring the Headmaster to find a punishment that would hurt him.
Squall was different. He was respectful and nodded but never interacted. The look in his eye never changed. Cid knew he wasn’t getting through that wall, that the punishment didn’t mean anything more to Squall than it did to Seifer, but there was no excuse for him to hang it on.
Squall gave him nothing.
It didn’t really surprise him anymore, but it frustrated him. Cid didn’t get mad at students, but Squall brought him close. That worried him.
Squall’s future worried him more.
