[ His head tilts and the tips of his give a slight twitch as she looks at him. At first he wonders if perhaps there is something on his face? Other than the crystal parts that is. Then, she speaks of concealing himself, and he pauses. A small huff of a laugh comes from him and his ruby eyes fall to the floor in front of him.
It all seems so long ago. ]
There had been a time when I nearly spoke of it all to you. Long before you came to the First. [ His hand made of flesh curls slightly at the memory. ] When I had met you a second time in Ishgard, so very long ago--from my point of view, that is. You were rather distraught that I would not give details you found imperative to understanding the situation I spoke of. Truthfully, I had feared you may have pieced together my identity by simply seeing my eyes... yet, it seems like I had nothing to concern myself over.
[ Simply because he still wonders how much of their time through the Crystal Tower she remembers. Not that he had expected her to remember him. His first impression upon her was far from inspiring and he most certainly looked more like a child than anything. ]
Yes. I imagine it would of been very different. I would think you and your sister would have attempted to stop me. [ His gaze on the floor softens into something softer, sadder. His crystal hand flexes. ] Your sister is very sensitive to the flows of aether... and I imagine seeing the state of myself is rather distressing to her. [ The body, after all, is not meant to be crystal. He raises his gaze towards K'thisru. ] And, I imagine it is quite distressing for you as well, Thisru. If only because you do not like to see those you aid in any form of pain.
[ Surely, there would be no other reason for her to feel distress or any other sort of emotion at the state of him. A friend in pain is enough of a reason for her. ]
That surely is not the only thing you would wish to speak of.
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It all seems so long ago. ]
There had been a time when I nearly spoke of it all to you. Long before you came to the First. [ His hand made of flesh curls slightly at the memory. ] When I had met you a second time in Ishgard, so very long ago--from my point of view, that is. You were rather distraught that I would not give details you found imperative to understanding the situation I spoke of. Truthfully, I had feared you may have pieced together my identity by simply seeing my eyes... yet, it seems like I had nothing to concern myself over.
[ Simply because he still wonders how much of their time through the Crystal Tower she remembers. Not that he had expected her to remember him. His first impression upon her was far from inspiring and he most certainly looked more like a child than anything. ]
Yes. I imagine it would of been very different. I would think you and your sister would have attempted to stop me. [ His gaze on the floor softens into something softer, sadder. His crystal hand flexes. ] Your sister is very sensitive to the flows of aether... and I imagine seeing the state of myself is rather distressing to her. [ The body, after all, is not meant to be crystal. He raises his gaze towards K'thisru. ] And, I imagine it is quite distressing for you as well, Thisru. If only because you do not like to see those you aid in any form of pain.
[ Surely, there would be no other reason for her to feel distress or any other sort of emotion at the state of him. A friend in pain is enough of a reason for her. ]
That surely is not the only thing you would wish to speak of.