[ The quiet stretches between them, for perhaps a moment too long. Luka turns Sephiroth's words over in his head, the half-finished braid sitting forgotten in loose fingers.
Perhaps a smarter man would hear all the SOLDIER has to say and think that he's right, that he is who he is that's all there is too it, but Luka doesn't often think with his head. He's all emotion and impulse, tempered only by the blade at his hip and the teachings of the man who gave it to him. ]
First of all- [ it comes out quiet. Well, quiet for Luka, in any case, an edge of sincerity in his tone. ] I'm not trying to criticize. I'm teasing, mostly, but that's what friends do, yeah?
But you're not made of stone, Sephiroth. You're not some- [ a vague hand motion with his free hand ] -unchangeable thing. You're a person, and last I checked, there's no Shinra around here to tell you what to do. So, why don't you try living without that lens of yours for a little bit?
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Perhaps a smarter man would hear all the SOLDIER has to say and think that he's right, that he is who he is that's all there is too it, but Luka doesn't often think with his head. He's all emotion and impulse, tempered only by the blade at his hip and the teachings of the man who gave it to him. ]
First of all- [ it comes out quiet. Well, quiet for Luka, in any case, an edge of sincerity in his tone. ] I'm not trying to criticize. I'm teasing, mostly, but that's what friends do, yeah?
But you're not made of stone, Sephiroth. You're not some- [ a vague hand motion with his free hand ] -unchangeable thing. You're a person, and last I checked, there's no Shinra around here to tell you what to do. So, why don't you try living without that lens of yours for a little bit?