[Each word has its own value, and he speaks them only when he’s sure that they’re worth uttering — or so it would seem, given the stretches of silence in-between the rare conversations with complete strangers.
Another one slides into place. More rustling of cloth. The shadowed movements of a silhouette and little else. And then, finally—]
Sephiroth. [An introduction exchanged, good job them…]
I’ll be keeping close to the military. [Not wandering off to the city seeking a new lifestyle. This is what he knows.] Do you plan on doing the same?
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Another one slides into place. More rustling of cloth. The shadowed movements of a silhouette and little else. And then, finally—]
Sephiroth. [An introduction exchanged, good job them…]
I’ll be keeping close to the military. [Not wandering off to the city seeking a new lifestyle. This is what he knows.] Do you plan on doing the same?