[ The only other person capable of insight, right or wrong, from their own world. Mikazuki wouldn't, far from the type, and Gaelio can see well enough that he barely registers to him. She's the logical conclusion and he should have anticipated it, but for the impediments in his current reasoning.
And at any other moment before these last days, he might have smiled, or come near, with his next echo. ]
Weirder, huh...
[ Not now, though his voice might be less tight. ]
She's simple, like you.
[ Part of what made Noctis such a bad liar. Maybe.
The sort of simplicity that can still surprise even him. Earnest, straightforward in everything but name and profession. Gaelio blinks at the statement, eyebrows jostled up, ]
Did you want to know more?
[ A strange notion, and he might have expanded, but -- McGillis.
All expressive progress rebounds, slamming back into tempest and stone. The thudding in his skull remembers its intensity, his eyes narrowing against it. Against the truth, too. ]
He's gone. Even if it was open -- he's gone. He's --
[ gone. His voice clipped, until it cracks, breaking off. All that had kindled the violence of his fist against flower and stone threatens once more, blazing, dizzying, exhausting. Cycled conversation, vows and confessions, spit all at once, cacophony. Gaelio turns his head, shuts his eyes, inhales in a nauseous rattle. ]
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[ The only other person capable of insight, right or wrong, from their own world. Mikazuki wouldn't, far from the type, and Gaelio can see well enough that he barely registers to him. She's the logical conclusion and he should have anticipated it, but for the impediments in his current reasoning.
And at any other moment before these last days, he might have smiled, or come near, with his next echo. ]
Weirder, huh...
[ Not now, though his voice might be less tight. ]
She's simple, like you.
[ Part of what made Noctis such a bad liar. Maybe.
The sort of simplicity that can still surprise even him. Earnest, straightforward in everything but name and profession. Gaelio blinks at the statement, eyebrows jostled up, ]
Did you want to know more?
[ A strange notion, and he might have expanded, but -- McGillis.
All expressive progress rebounds, slamming back into tempest and stone. The thudding in his skull remembers its intensity, his eyes narrowing against it. Against the truth, too. ]
He's gone. Even if it was open -- he's gone. He's --
[ gone. His voice clipped, until it cracks, breaking off. All that had kindled the violence of his fist against flower and stone threatens once more, blazing, dizzying, exhausting. Cycled conversation, vows and confessions, spit all at once, cacophony. Gaelio turns his head, shuts his eyes, inhales in a nauseous rattle. ]