[ he says it in that deadpan cadence, hardly emoting -- but he trusts that she knows him well enough to detect when he's simply being himself.
in reality, he can't remember -- what SOLDIER taught him beyond the basics of combat. he remembers the barracks, the constant uphill marches and a rifle in his hands, but not much else.
why was there a rifle to begin with?
cloud shakes the feeling of gun metal, cold and hard, off. in any case, he's almost finished with his bowl of noodles. ]
Girls... [ he remarks, contemplative. ] Friends or...?
[ a beat. "something else?" is implied in the silence. ]
...Not much. [ that's a lie, but he says it coolly no less. ] Turns out not... everyone here is a lost cause.
[ and then he swallows. ]
There's... a guy, actually. And he's-- ...a good person. [ there's fondness softening those words, even if he feigns an attempt at repressing it. ] Don't see that often these days. Turns out he's a doctor, so... if you need anything, just tell him you know me, alright?
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[ he says it in that deadpan cadence, hardly emoting -- but he trusts that she knows him well enough to detect when he's simply being himself.
in reality, he can't remember -- what SOLDIER taught him beyond the basics of combat. he remembers the barracks, the constant uphill marches and a rifle in his hands, but not much else.
why was there a rifle to begin with?
cloud shakes the feeling of gun metal, cold and hard, off. in any case, he's almost finished with his bowl of noodles. ]
Girls... [ he remarks, contemplative. ] Friends or...?
[ a beat. "something else?" is implied in the silence. ]
...Not much. [ that's a lie, but he says it coolly no less. ] Turns out not... everyone here is a lost cause.
[ and then he swallows. ]
There's... a guy, actually. And he's-- ...a good person. [ there's fondness softening those words, even if he feigns an attempt at repressing it. ] Don't see that often these days. Turns out he's a doctor, so... if you need anything, just tell him you know me, alright?