[They're not that bad. And compared to the potions on their world, they're... kind of sweet, actually. Not as synthetic-tasting. But that's beside the point. They're a decent way to buy time. But not much of it. A few months is all anyone can hope to get off them.
His gaze drifts away as he considers it. Zack was stronger than most people. Maybe three months? Four? It's not like they can just see. Even if he's stronger, finding his limit would ...hurt. And honestly, that's something he doesn't want to entertain. Most people? Their call. It's not like he wishes ill on... anyone here, actually, but it's their choice to make- how much suffering they want to go through before they relent and find a bond. None of his business, either.
...But not Zack. He doesn't want to see him suffering. It'd be just like going through it himself, watching it in him. It's... probably a strange thing to think. But he doesn't give a damn. Not about that, at least.
Broken off mid-thought by what he says next, his gaze moves back to him- quickly- and his eyes widen. Surprise? Possibly. But it's mixed with something else- a quirk of the corner of his lip. A smile?
Is it some strange, selfish sense of satisfaction that causes it? ...He moves his head away, colour coming to his cheeks immediately- as if something, somewhere, inside his head is rebutting him for being so transparent.]
...I got a spot. [Three maximum. He's mostly done. But there's still one...] If you need it, I'll keep it for you.
[And.]
So, I'm bonded with Sephiroth. [Small pause.] At first, it was 'cause I thought he was... [Another.] You know. I wanted to keep an eye on him. Figured the last thing this world needed was him as we remember him, but also with the monster stuff being a part of it. If I had to take a hit for it? Fine. Better than the alternative.
[A shift from foot to foot. It started that way, sure. But then it changed. He turns his gaze back.]
Things're not how we remember 'em. You know that, right? Anyway... [Oh, this is embarrassing.] It's little things. Frequently. Like, sometimes, I'll find myself giving a damn about what chemicals're in the shampoo I'm using.
[Sigh.]
...But it's other things, too. I know how he's feeling, all the time. And I know he knows how I am. Sometimes, I'll get messages on my watch, asking about me. 'Cause what I feel affects him, too. So it's important, that you choose someone that-
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His gaze drifts away as he considers it. Zack was stronger than most people. Maybe three months? Four? It's not like they can just see. Even if he's stronger, finding his limit would ...hurt. And honestly, that's something he doesn't want to entertain. Most people? Their call. It's not like he wishes ill on... anyone here, actually, but it's their choice to make- how much suffering they want to go through before they relent and find a bond. None of his business, either.
...But not Zack. He doesn't want to see him suffering. It'd be just like going through it himself, watching it in him. It's... probably a strange thing to think. But he doesn't give a damn. Not about that, at least.
Broken off mid-thought by what he says next, his gaze moves back to him- quickly- and his eyes widen. Surprise? Possibly. But it's mixed with something else- a quirk of the corner of his lip. A smile?
Is it some strange, selfish sense of satisfaction that causes it?
...He moves his head away, colour coming to his cheeks immediately- as if something, somewhere, inside his head is rebutting him for being so transparent.]
...I got a spot. [Three maximum. He's mostly done. But there's still one...] If you need it, I'll keep it for you.
[And.]
So, I'm bonded with Sephiroth. [Small pause.] At first, it was 'cause I thought he was... [Another.] You know. I wanted to keep an eye on him. Figured the last thing this world needed was him as we remember him, but also with the monster stuff being a part of it. If I had to take a hit for it? Fine. Better than the alternative.
[A shift from foot to foot. It started that way, sure. But then it changed. He turns his gaze back.]
Things're not how we remember 'em. You know that, right? Anyway... [Oh, this is embarrassing.] It's little things. Frequently. Like, sometimes, I'll find myself giving a damn about what chemicals're in the shampoo I'm using.
[Sigh.]
...But it's other things, too. I know how he's feeling, all the time. And I know he knows how I am. Sometimes, I'll get messages on my watch, asking about me. 'Cause what I feel affects him, too. So it's important, that you choose someone that-
[Won't turn ou into a wreck.]
...You know.