「𝘌𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘸 𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘦𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘴...𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘺 𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯」「 no rebirth 」
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[ MIDGAR ; TOPSIDE ; SECTOR 8 ]
Normal day. Normal setting sun. Normal scent of sulfur and sewage floating up the pipes connecting down to Midgar’s underside. The normal whispers of his name in the mouths of eager onlookers who think they are —
—He is not sure which is more unusual, the little yellow lilies, or the way she keeps her hair. It is ugly, yes, but—the flowers are stranger, he decides.
“Where did you buy these?” he asks the slum thing and her basket, when he gives in to distraction. It is not a very —
After the tiniest delay, he DOES look up at her, quickly looking for key identifiers and finding...nothing. "Did you stop by reception for a visitor's pass? Do you which floor you are bringing that to?"
They are questions rather than simple, polite acquiesce, but not hostile.
He does not even turn at first, holding a finger up and out to the side as though to order pause. After a brief moment, he looks over his shoulder, a little too amused, "You know how to zipper merge. Do not look at me with that face."
「 He just smiles and laughs—not a proper laugh, but that bemused nose-exhale. 」
You would make a good reactionary, but a terrible academic. Your perspective is just so...small.
「 He stands back up, and gives her a quick, unsolicited pat on the shoulder. 」
Give it time, —
That is a good way to sit with it. You have inherited a great number of cruelties, no? It was your blood, yes, but not your hands. I would not hold his sins too close to your chest.
You could have only done so much; you can do far more now.
Mm, no I cannot blame her at all. 「 A cautious bit of hesitation. 」 I am...too familiar with what he has done to his own child, let alone someone else's, let alone a girl.
It is no wonder you tolerate her. Do you feel guilty, somehow?
「 Ooh——that's new information to him. He's slightly taken aback! He might be doing some critical thinking, even! 」
Ah. Would that have any relation to her knowledge of and distaste for the parasitic head of R&D?
Would you like to know a secret, sweetheart?
「 He leans forward, hands on his thighs, as though talking down to a child. 」
I do like women. I enjoy working with women. I find some women attractive, even. But I have no capacity to love them. It is not so simple as —
The house is still in the 𝘴𝘭𝘶𝘮𝘴, Rufus. If she were smart and industrious enough to pull herself up by her bootstraps, she could have a full and decent life topside.
The fact she prefers to argue and waste daylight instead of working? She is getting what she deserves.
Mm, it must be. She does not exactly look to be from a respectable home, either. I could smell the sulphur. It could be some kind of gil-digging strategy.
Nevermimd her fixation with chests. She only comes up to here 「 gestures to his collar bone 」, probably feasting her eyes.