( he doesn't have to ask, then. it just happens. him and sophie, sitting across from each other.
it fills in the gap of what he wasn't sure he wanted to voice, the echoes of a whisper he can't pinpoint fading further into the background. yet again, he feels uncharacteristically... seen by the piercing desire to know more that radiates from this girl, and so he can't exactly brush her off. entirely. he already tried.
he simply sits there for a good minute, taking the next question in before: )
More than a fighter. A weapon. ( the quiet hum of machinery. the view from inside glass. that's something that hasn't left him. ) Though as it stands, I seem to be missing... some of my power. Not to imply that there are many who can challenge me on equal footing. ( a thoughtful chew of mush. )
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it fills in the gap of what he wasn't sure he wanted to voice, the echoes of a whisper he can't pinpoint fading further into the background. yet again, he feels uncharacteristically... seen by the piercing desire to know more that radiates from this girl, and so he can't exactly brush her off. entirely. he already tried.
he simply sits there for a good minute, taking the next question in before: )
More than a fighter. A weapon. ( the quiet hum of machinery. the view from inside glass. that's something that hasn't left him. ) Though as it stands, I seem to be missing... some of my power. Not to imply that there are many who can challenge me on equal footing. ( a thoughtful chew of mush. )