[Well then. That sounded bleak. Vincent's eyes close for a moment, and he exhales warm air unto the inside of the high collar of his cowl, clearly contemplating something. Something a little more than just the lack of success with regard to the rifts. Namely, the state of things in his time, back on Gaia. The utter lack of time with regard to Omega's awakening. If Gaia would even exist in a year or longer- if it would merely be a fragmented, disintergrating shell tumbling through space.
No. He doesn't speak on it. There's no point. Perhaps Cloud would note that the taller of the two seemed a little more complacent in that moment than what he should- but his eyes open once more. And another question comes.]
When do you sail?
[Not that asking was a yes, of course. Vincent liked to leave things ambiguous. Cloud would only know that Vincent intended on joining them when he saw him at the dock.]
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[Well then. That sounded bleak. Vincent's eyes close for a moment, and he exhales warm air unto the inside of the high collar of his cowl, clearly contemplating something. Something a little more than just the lack of success with regard to the rifts. Namely, the state of things in his time, back on Gaia. The utter lack of time with regard to Omega's awakening. If Gaia would even exist in a year or longer- if it would merely be a fragmented, disintergrating shell tumbling through space.
No. He doesn't speak on it. There's no point. Perhaps Cloud would note that the taller of the two seemed a little more complacent in that moment than what he should- but his eyes open once more. And another question comes.]
When do you sail?
[Not that asking was a yes, of course. Vincent liked to leave things ambiguous. Cloud would only know that Vincent intended on joining them when he saw him at the dock.]