He was sure the mark on the back of his hand to his wrist was covered, but he was absent-mindedly tugging on the back of the cuff of one of his gloves. It was a habit of his, and he didn't want her to react out of shock, or fear.
People in Hope's world feared l'Cie. He knew why, and what they were capable of, and didn't want to cause a scene--even though this place looked so unfamiliar to him.
“No. It’s a lot of responsibility, but I like being able to help people”
she replies, after a moment “I suppose it becomes to much when I realize
that I cannot possibly help everyone or fix everything, and having to
choose who to help. What if I get it wrong?”
She looks over to Hope, at the glove tugging “Are you alright?”
He nodded. "Oh, that's understandable." He began to relax a little. It was a really refreshing change of pace to come across someone who appeared to be so nice. And, it had been a while since he had seen any bio-weapon ferals, or soldiers attacking him, and the others.
Part of him really wanted to stop running and hiding, and just go home. But--he knew that he was cursed. He had avoided from thinking on what his father might think and react, if he found out that he had been marked by a Fal'Cie.
"Oh. Um, I was just straightening my cuff." Hope did what he could to sound casual about it, but he couldn't truly suppress the nervousness he felt.
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"Really? Does that ever become too much for you?"
He was sure the mark on the back of his hand to his wrist was covered, but he was absent-mindedly tugging on the back of the cuff of one of his gloves. It was a habit of his, and he didn't want her to react out of shock, or fear.
People in Hope's world feared l'Cie. He knew why, and what they were capable of, and didn't want to cause a scene--even though this place looked so unfamiliar to him.
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“No. It’s a lot of responsibility, but I like being able to help people” she replies, after a moment “I suppose it becomes to much when I realize that I cannot possibly help everyone or fix everything, and having to choose who to help. What if I get it wrong?”
She looks over to Hope, at the glove tugging “Are you alright?”
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Part of him really wanted to stop running and hiding, and just go home. But--he knew that he was cursed. He had avoided from thinking on what his father might think and react, if he found out that he had been marked by a Fal'Cie.
"Oh. Um, I was just straightening my cuff." Hope did what he could to sound casual about it, but he couldn't truly suppress the nervousness he felt.