The imminence of death has never weighed on his mind with any particular persistence, especially not so during his only so recently ended days of faux SOLDIER fame - even after losing Aerith, it had been the unfairness, the anger, the same outrage that had overcome him all those years ago in Nibelheim, that he'd focused on. What was done, and not what might be.
The future is not something he's ever imagined (to what limited capacity for such he does possess) he might have to consider, after the inevitable, but now it seems unavoidable. Like the most natural thing in the world.
In spite of his concern, thin threads of his guilty blood spill down over the arms around him, red-black rivulets cutting ugly swaths through so much deathly pale skin. And for the first time he reckons it might wash off - of her, at least, bright and blameless in this weird shadow of purgatory.
He looks up just far enough to take in the rest of the car's interior without disrupting her, the question quietly wondering when he speaks, again. ]
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[ To where? To what?
The imminence of death has never weighed on his mind with any particular persistence, especially not so during his only so recently ended days of faux SOLDIER fame - even after losing Aerith, it had been the unfairness, the anger, the same outrage that had overcome him all those years ago in Nibelheim, that he'd focused on. What was done, and not what might be.
The future is not something he's ever imagined (to what limited capacity for such he does possess) he might have to consider, after the inevitable, but now it seems unavoidable. Like the most natural thing in the world.
In spite of his concern, thin threads of his guilty blood spill down over the arms around him, red-black rivulets cutting ugly swaths through so much deathly pale skin. And for the first time he reckons it might wash off - of her, at least, bright and blameless in this weird shadow of purgatory.
He looks up just far enough to take in the rest of the car's interior without disrupting her, the question quietly wondering when he speaks, again. ]
Where do you think we're going?