[ Luka isn’t actively trying to braid at the moment, his fingers still in silver locks, so Sephiroth is spared another thump on the head. The miqo’te leans a little to get a look right back at him, one eyebrow quirking in the face of that steely gaze. ]
No rule, and that’s not really what I’m saying.
[ So, what is he saying? He could mention the loss of his own childhood, the angry and bitter thing he became after his mother died, and how he refused to truly live again until eight long years later, but that seems a bit too raw a thing to bring up in the moment. So, instead he starts with: ]
You got a little bit of a sense of humor – it’s in there, I’ve seen it! – so, I wouldn’t call you a machine, either. But… it’s like you got a Shinra-colored lens that you look at the world through, when the rest of us just see it with our eyes. Feel it with our hearts.
A bar fight’s just a bar fight. It doesn’t gotta be a tactical battle.
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No rule, and that’s not really what I’m saying.
[ So, what is he saying? He could mention the loss of his own childhood, the angry and bitter thing he became after his mother died, and how he refused to truly live again until eight long years later, but that seems a bit too raw a thing to bring up in the moment. So, instead he starts with: ]
You got a little bit of a sense of humor – it’s in there, I’ve seen it! – so, I wouldn’t call you a machine, either. But… it’s like you got a Shinra-colored lens that you look at the world through, when the rest of us just see it with our eyes. Feel it with our hearts.
A bar fight’s just a bar fight. It doesn’t gotta be a tactical battle.