...To me, that war was seventeen years ago. The Cecil he remembers was barely older than he was, remembered nothing from his homeworld, was caught in a battle he could not understand... In Johto, I've learned to know the true Squall. But this Squall does not know my true, grown-up self.

[A short, bitter laugh.]

At the moment, I even know more about his world than he does.

[Which is truly depressing when he stops to think about it.]