Maybe he couldn't see the future, but he also couldn't shoot a lazer out of his forehead. Both rumors had circulated at one point as well as other equally ridiculous ones.

Once outside Tseng leaned against the railing, eyes closed as he listened to the muted sounds of traffic and people far below them. He knew he probably looked older in the different lighting, wearier, the scars more noticeable, like he was beginning to wear thin. He'd be more than content to just stand here in the quiet coolness of the night, the city a mess of fallen stars at their feet.

"...do you remember the last time I took time off for anything other than an injury?" He asked quietly, still not opening his eyes.