[ His voice comes out quieter and shakier than he intends. He's been having nightmares, since the Thessyx came, about the Ocurria. About killing his father. About not telling Ashe how he felt because he'd already decided what she'd say -- about leaving her to face the future alone. About abandoning Penelo and Vaan and Basch. About going back for Fran and failing her.
They reach the edge of the Aid Station. Parked beside the entrance is his beloved hovcraft. A few children are inspecting it in awe. One is brave enough to venture forward, touching it then running back. He's grateful for the distraction and the opportunity for a performance. ]
She won't bite. But she won't run for anyone but me either.
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[ His voice comes out quieter and shakier than he intends. He's been having nightmares, since the Thessyx came, about the Ocurria. About killing his father. About not telling Ashe how he felt because he'd already decided what she'd say -- about leaving her to face the future alone. About abandoning Penelo and Vaan and Basch. About going back for Fran and failing her.
They reach the edge of the Aid Station. Parked beside the entrance is his beloved hovcraft. A few children are inspecting it in awe. One is brave enough to venture forward, touching it then running back. He's grateful for the distraction and the opportunity for a performance. ]
She won't bite. But she won't run for anyone but me either.
[ Not unless he teaches someone, anyway. ]