There were some things that Squall had gotten more or less used to over the course of his stay in the place. He still didn't like the place much, and couldn't exactly be said to be interested in staying longer than he had to, but that wasn't much of a surprise. It seemed that everyone wanted to get back. It was normal, or the closest he could get to normal at the very least. People came, and people went, and every now and then someone new wandered in through the gates.

Usually, though, the new arrival wasn't taller than he thought any being really had a right to be and blue. But a question was a question and he supposed he could at least manage the courtesy of answering.

"It's not a dream."