[He had friends once, too, Cloud. They simply died, or turned traitor against him.
If the words cut, dig into revealed insecurity, he doesn't let it show. He watches as Cloud disappears past the back gate, leaving him behind. Alone with his blade, back to whatever task he conjures up for himself.
His focus will suffer in the wake of their discussion, so many things left unanswered. But he forcibly sews it back together all the same, and spends the rest of the day training with no one in the yard of an empty townhouse.]
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If the words cut, dig into revealed insecurity, he doesn't let it show. He watches as Cloud disappears past the back gate, leaving him behind. Alone with his blade, back to whatever task he conjures up for himself.
His focus will suffer in the wake of their discussion, so many things left unanswered. But he forcibly sews it back together all the same, and spends the rest of the day training with no one in the yard of an empty townhouse.]