[It's a sore spot for Cloud but one he wants just the same and he doesn't know why. It's confusing and he doesn't like the feeling. It feels too helpless. Too... familiar.
But he still wants to hear the music.]
I - like music.
[It comes out reluctantly and, to him, sounds stupid. What's so special about notes of sound?
do-re-me-ti-la-do-re-do]
I dream it. Sometimes
[Which is even stupider and he shuts down wherever that's trying to go with a scowl.]
So it's just a trade for service. [That doesn't sound too bad. That sounds familiar. He can manage that. Something inside him feels comfortable with the notion of fetching things in exchange for an item or working small jobs.]
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But he still wants to hear the music.]
I - like music.
[It comes out reluctantly and, to him, sounds stupid. What's so special about notes of sound?
do-re-me-ti-la-do-re-do]
I dream it. Sometimes
[Which is even stupider and he shuts down wherever that's trying to go with a scowl.]
So it's just a trade for service. [That doesn't sound too bad. That sounds familiar. He can manage that. Something inside him feels comfortable with the notion of fetching things in exchange for an item or working small jobs.]