[ He bites his lip. Of all the ways he might have imagined this playing out in his head, this wasn't one of them. He imagined himself more put-together, his thoughts in less of a jumble. But being around her is something he's only just started forcing himself to do; just the sight of her, so small and young, strikes chords in him that have been dormant in the same raw state they'd been left in a decade ago. Leon's mind urges him backwards, away from the inevitable emotional fallout of this conversation. Now isn't the time, either for him or for her.
He shakes his head a bit and looks back to her worried face. He couldn't protect her then, and now he can't even make her smile. What good is he? ] It was years ago. It's in the past, now. [ His tone is dismissive, final. He's given her the answer she was looking for, and it's time to move on. Leon, you coward. ] Let's get this stuff sorted.
[ He motions to Quistis' pack, lying still unopened on the bed. He'd rather deal with Rinoa's problems than his own, but that's typical. He'd face
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[ translation: no, but I doubt you really want to hear about that. ]
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He shakes his head a bit and looks back to her worried face. He couldn't protect her then, and now he can't even make her smile. What good is he? ] It was years ago. It's in the past, now. [ His tone is dismissive, final. He's given her the answer she was looking for, and it's time to move on. Leon, you coward. ] Let's get this stuff sorted.
[ He motions to Quistis' pack, lying still unopened on the bed. He'd rather deal with Rinoa's problems than his own, but that's typical. He'd face ( ... )
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[ Hold on one second, Buster. She's not ready to let this topic drop. ]
Can I ask....how it happened?
[ Call it morbid curiosity or whatever, but she just....needs to know. And then they can get back to the topic at hand. ]
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