[ For Cloud, as they walk, his thoughts are partially of the Plate, but moreso of home — especially as the still-glowing embers of the city hall drift into the air. He swallows the lump in his through, one green-blue eye looking back to the past, to a town called Nibelheim. The other looking straight ahead at Aldrip. If it weren't for Aerith at his side, the rubble of the explosion would have caused him to relive those memories immediately, but her steady hand — sometimes literally dragging him forward — keeps him from lingering in his own head too long. Something he's deeply grateful for. ]
[ Of course, when they get to their destination, Aerith's question gets a barb in return, dull and ineffective. ] What, you mean besides the fact we're apparently all here to serve a sentence for a crime?
[ There's a beat after he says it, though, where he folds his arms and looks down at the ground — to not look at Aldrip, in the moment. A sleepy little town hiding secrets and prisoners. ]
...You're right, though. I've been feeling it, too. It's under the surface, so it's kind of hard to pinpoint what it is, but...
[ People don't just decide to blow up buildings for no reason. And something about all of this felt decidedly off. Like an edge he didn't expect for a town so small. ]
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Date: 2024-04-22 10:42 pm (UTC)[ Of course, when they get to their destination, Aerith's question gets a barb in return, dull and ineffective. ] What, you mean besides the fact we're apparently all here to serve a sentence for a crime?
[ There's a beat after he says it, though, where he folds his arms and looks down at the ground — to not look at Aldrip, in the moment. A sleepy little town hiding secrets and prisoners. ]
...You're right, though. I've been feeling it, too. It's under the surface, so it's kind of hard to pinpoint what it is, but...
[ People don't just decide to blow up buildings for no reason. And something about all of this felt decidedly off. Like an edge he didn't expect for a town so small. ]