He looks down then, hand shifting instinctively to curl around his left arm, move both ginger and protective. The last thing he remembers is Kadaj's face and hitting the ground. There's no way the Remnant let him live. But he can't be dead or he'd be ...
he'd either be in Aerith's flower field or drowning in green losing his mind. Again.
His boots shift a little in the flowers and he looks back up. Time to focus on the important things. And that's not feeling sorry for himself. She offered earlier and so his head comes back up to focus his eyes on her now.
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He looks down then, hand shifting instinctively to curl around his left arm, move both ginger and protective. The last thing he remembers is Kadaj's face and hitting the ground. There's no way the Remnant let him live. But he can't be dead or he'd be ...
he'd either be in Aerith's flower field or drowning in green losing his mind. Again.
His boots shift a little in the flowers and he looks back up. Time to focus on the important things. And that's not feeling sorry for himself. She offered earlier and so his head comes back up to focus his eyes on her now.
"Which continent are we on?"