This must have been some dream; never had X seen avatars with such color and personality that weren't directly related to his own experiences. That wasn't to say that he was immune to flights of fancy or imagination (his own bent towards poetry disproved that), but he hadn't imagined it would come about at a time like this.
Strange.
Still, X found himself smiling.
"She sounds like a great person." He even chanced to glance back at her, still smiling. "I hope she succeeded."
His eyes added something else: After all, I'm trying to do that, too.
It was funny: X normally was ridiculed for his sentimentality. He hesitated when an innocent or comrade was caught in the crossfire; he worried deeply for everyone involved in a crisis regardless of how senseless it was for someone of his position to worry; and he even was considered weak for his admittedly compassionate nature.
And yet...
Even in dreams, he must have felt, somehow, that it was justified.
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Strange.
Still, X found himself smiling.
"She sounds like a great person." He even chanced to glance back at her, still smiling. "I hope she succeeded."
His eyes added something else: After all, I'm trying to do that, too.
It was funny: X normally was ridiculed for his sentimentality. He hesitated when an innocent or comrade was caught in the crossfire; he worried deeply for everyone involved in a crisis regardless of how senseless it was for someone of his position to worry; and he even was considered weak for his admittedly compassionate nature.
And yet...
Even in dreams, he must have felt, somehow, that it was justified.