[More like: Lightning is a little embarrassed about what he might see. If it's a happy memory, it's not going to be one of the hardened soldier image she's worked so hard to maintain up until now.
When he offers his hand, she lays the wreath in it and holds out hers in exchange.]
Guess I could spare you one look.
[He's done enough for her that he's earned the right to have a peek into her life past what she leads people on to believe.]
One sniff, and everything'll change. You ready?
[She's joking, for the most part. If it's the memories she thinks it will be, then it'll at least offer some more understanding of who she is, and she hopes that his will do the same.]
[ It's only fair that this be an exchange, and so Zack doesn't hesitate to hand over his own wreath when Lightning holds out her palm. She's being a little dramatic about all this, isn't she? Whether it's just a joke or a way to actually prep him is hard to say, but he'll get the answer to that soon enough. ]
I was born ready.
[ He shoots that back with a cocksure grin and then gently curls his fingers around the ring of forget-me-nots, drawing them up toward his face. Then he breaths in deep, the smell sweet and pleasant, and waits for the memory to wash over him. ]
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When he offers his hand, she lays the wreath in it and holds out hers in exchange.]
Guess I could spare you one look.
[He's done enough for her that he's earned the right to have a peek into her life past what she leads people on to believe.]
One sniff, and everything'll change. You ready?
[She's joking, for the most part. If it's the memories she thinks it will be, then it'll at least offer some more understanding of who she is, and she hopes that his will do the same.]
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I was born ready.
[ He shoots that back with a cocksure grin and then gently curls his fingers around the ring of forget-me-nots, drawing them up toward his face. Then he breaths in deep, the smell sweet and pleasant, and waits for the memory to wash over him. ]