What Irvine was thinking when he met his old friends. Again.
Irvine saw them before they saw him; he saw them before they even heard his name, before they knew he would be accompanying them. He saw them and a small part of him flared up and he realized he knew them. He knew them all. Quiet, moody, lonely Squall; bossy, protective Quistis; pretty, spunky Selphie; rambunctious, emotional Zell; -- Seifer was missing, but Irvine wasn't much surprised. The boy he remembered hadn't hung around them for longer than it took to start and have a fight. The small blond boy in his memory stood and stared out at the ocean for hours and hours.
When his name was called, he stood and he smiled at them, smiled like he hadn't smiled for years. He stood before them as Martine introduced them. He felt giddy; he showed off, but none of them seemed to notice or care, except the girl in blue he didn't know, and she only smiled politely at him.
He kept his smile, but now it was fake, professional, like theirs. They didn't remember him. He saw his first friends, the people he'd grown with, the kids he'd played with. All they saw was a stranger.