Turning back towards the two, Squall looked between them before his gaze settled back on Hope. "Next time- don't come alone," he advised. "At least not until you know what you're up against and what you're doing. Got it?"

There was no warm, chipper, happy smile on his face like some. He was dead serious. He really did not feel like processing the paperwork for a casualty so soon. Especially for someone who looked like they couldn't properly hold a sword.

"Here." Squall stepped towards him, turning Lionheart around so he held onto the blade, the handle extended to the cadet. The gunblade wasn't a light weapon but it was easy enough for him to hold as he'd been holding the weapon itself practically his entire life.

"Go on. Take it."