[ The rest of the trip out of the building is just as much a blur as everything else, his grip on consciousness becoming tenuous enough that sometimes even the gunfire and the blaring alarms aren't enough to keep him awake. Chaotic and violent as it all is, there's something about Sephiroth's presence that makes him feel like everything will be okay, that with his friend by his side, even the awful nightmare flowing through his very veins will somehow turn out fine.
They don't have vehicles like the one Sephiroth loads them into on Hydaelyn, but Luka doesn't even have it him him to be fascinated. He merely curls up in the seat into which he is tossed, limbs pressed close to his body, and lets the rumble of the engine lure him to sleep.
His nap can't have been long, or even very deep, because Sephiroth's voice tugs him back up, easy as anything. ]
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They don't have vehicles like the one Sephiroth loads them into on Hydaelyn, but Luka doesn't even have it him him to be fascinated. He merely curls up in the seat into which he is tossed, limbs pressed close to his body, and lets the rumble of the engine lure him to sleep.
His nap can't have been long, or even very deep, because Sephiroth's voice tugs him back up, easy as anything. ]
After all that... don't wanna stay in Midgar.
[ Like seriously, fuck this place. ]