[ wariness spikes through him as the hooded figure passes, memories of a time when sephiroth's clones had crawled about in nibelheim flashing behind his eyes, though cloud resists drawing his weapon. not the same thing here, he reminds himself, and... oh.
it's not too often that cloud gets called out on his less than stellar social skills -- mostly by tifa when it does happen, though even she's much more used to it than any stranger can be and lets him get away with it more often than not -- so the comment has him blinking at the hooded man for a moment before manages an answer. ]
Not a lot to say. [ he huffs the words with the vaguest of shrugs. ] There's a war. We're supposed to fight. Think I got the picture.
[ so why waste your breath? of course, he knows it's not that simple -- nothing is -- not when he's not entirely sold on the idea yet, or certain whether he really has a place in this conflict to begin with. ]
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it's not too often that cloud gets called out on his less than stellar social skills -- mostly by tifa when it does happen, though even she's much more used to it than any stranger can be and lets him get away with it more often than not -- so the comment has him blinking at the hooded man for a moment before manages an answer. ]
Not a lot to say. [ he huffs the words with the vaguest of shrugs. ] There's a war. We're supposed to fight. Think I got the picture.
[ so why waste your breath? of course, he knows it's not that simple -- nothing is -- not when he's not entirely sold on the idea yet, or certain whether he really has a place in this conflict to begin with. ]