"Maybe someone will figure it out one day..100 years from now or something." He said with a lazy shrug. It didn't really concern him after all.
Well, it did and didn't but he wasn't about to go caring for something he intended to keep to himself for the rest of his life.
Seifer considered his cigarette for a moment and looked it over. It was still mostly there and he was getting on the lower side of the pack. "Nah, I'm good. You're free to go." He grinned as he tucked the smoke butt back between his lips, "Night, Whiskers."