That's something that sticks out most of all in a series of statements of things that stick out- both the fact that he wasn't sticking on false bravado. It was a matter simply that he couldn't feel scared, or the fact he was going along with all of this simply because he wanted to. People just didn't do that. Everyone with them had personal reasons for going after Sephiroth, going after the Shinra- and they'd been betrayed once already by someone with a flimsy reason for coming along.
But... There's something in Nier's manner which indicates truth. He's... not the best at judging people. He knows that's not exactly one of his strong points. But he wants to believe him. And that's surprising all in itself.]
...Yeah.
[Nier's touch against his arms- strangely scrawny and muscled- doesn't make him flinch. He should have- with anyone else he would have- but the other man's clearly not making a big deal of it. Nor should he. That, and he's that taken aback by the other points in the statement, still thinking on each one, he's unguarded. So he steps closer, their size difference quite... apparent. He turns his head, cheek touching the roughened, hand-sewn leather and fabric of the other's travelling clothes.
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That's something that sticks out most of all in a series of statements of things that stick out- both the fact that he wasn't sticking on false bravado. It was a matter simply that he couldn't feel scared, or the fact he was going along with all of this simply because he wanted to. People just didn't do that. Everyone with them had personal reasons for going after Sephiroth, going after the Shinra- and they'd been betrayed once already by someone with a flimsy reason for coming along.
But...
There's something in Nier's manner which indicates truth. He's... not the best at judging people. He knows that's not exactly one of his strong points. But he wants to believe him. And that's surprising all in itself.]
...Yeah.
[Nier's touch against his arms- strangely scrawny and muscled- doesn't make him flinch. He should have- with anyone else he would have- but the other man's clearly not making a big deal of it. Nor should he. That, and he's that taken aback by the other points in the statement, still thinking on each one, he's unguarded. So he steps closer, their size difference quite... apparent. He turns his head, cheek touching the roughened, hand-sewn leather and fabric of the other's travelling clothes.
Needless to say, it's warm. And.]
Should go back to the others soon.
[Can't have them worrying about anything else.]