Above Seifer's head one of the new cadets was asking stupid questions.
Seifer gave that the amount of attention it deserved; if the bastard had pestered the dragon like that, then Seifer wouldn't have gone down in the first place; wouldn't have Zell was crouched at his side looking like he hadn't even thought about a potion, blood dripping down the lines of his tattoo, the eye that would open fixed on him like Seifer getting thrown across the clearing by a pissed off dragon on Zell's behalf was enough for him to pretend to be worried.
"Do you remember who this is, sir?" the cadet asked, voice despairing.
Seifer reached out and grabbed the collar of Zell's shirt, using it to haul himself up. Zell let Seifer punch him - let him, like he thought Seifer wasn't going to do any damage, like Zell hadn't punched him when Seifer woke up - and Seifer growled "You fucking moron."
The cadet sighed and said "I guess you do. Sir."