[He listens, letting it sift down through him and there are glints in the broken darkness, reflections he can't catch. kidnappings. assassinations. DON'T STEP ON THE FLOWERS!
A head shake to rattle bits back together, before he drifts, before - whatever would happen if he let all those broken shards out at the same time. A frown. Flat denial.]
No. [it should be a full shut down.
...except Cloud's blue eyes come up again and fix on the screen, stubborn refusal that doesn't quite hide the lost feeling.]
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A head shake to rattle bits back together, before he drifts, before - whatever would happen if he let all those broken shards out at the same time. A frown. Flat denial.]
No. [it should be a full shut down.
...except Cloud's blue eyes come up again and fix on the screen, stubborn refusal that doesn't quite hide the lost feeling.]
Why is it in the past now?