[Already, her heart feels gutted—like something has torn it from her chest and ripped it inside-out. She might not have asked, might not have cared if it weren't for what happened in those last moments, when she felt the weight of her guilt, of regret unlike anything she's ever felt before. When she remembered all of the shit they've put each other through, the constant struggle that always hung between them, and how it was that very last straw that had Garuda hearkening her.
She doesn't realize that she'd been holding that breath, waiting to hear the "something more" that the heaviness in his voice suggests...
...
Except she's startled at the voice that comes up behind her, visibly jumping when she turns around, that disappointment clear, and the frustration even clearer.
Every time... This happens every time.
She lets Cid take the lead on this one where she otherwise might have or have cursed the strange bird-creature out for interrupting what was clearly an important, private conversation, but she is desperate for some better clothes. So she follows without a word, always a step behind Cid, watching his back as he leads her by the hand still through the hallways until they find another room with the prospect of new clothes, and the answer to his question will come swiftly.]
Yes.
[Even if she couldn't, did he honestly expect that she would accept his help there?]
And what about you?
[There's a subtle note in her voice... one that begs him not to leave without saying as much.]
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She doesn't realize that she'd been holding that breath, waiting to hear the "something more" that the heaviness in his voice suggests...
...
Except she's startled at the voice that comes up behind her, visibly jumping when she turns around, that disappointment clear, and the frustration even clearer.
Every time... This happens every time.
She lets Cid take the lead on this one where she otherwise might have or have cursed the strange bird-creature out for interrupting what was clearly an important, private conversation, but she is desperate for some better clothes. So she follows without a word, always a step behind Cid, watching his back as he leads her by the hand still through the hallways until they find another room with the prospect of new clothes, and the answer to his question will come swiftly.]
Yes.
[Even if she couldn't, did he honestly expect that she would accept his help there?]
And what about you?
[There's a subtle note in her voice... one that begs him not to leave without saying as much.]