"I have my reasons for wanting to get home," Zidane said, trying to look indignant but instead forming a grin. And for once, stealing and adventuring was not amongst those. At first, before anything had ever happened and he was still in Tantalus, that might've been his motive. He did hate being confined here, true, but most of all it was his friends he hated being seperated from. Dagger.
But now... Kuja was a complication in the plan. He was the last person he'd expected to see again, yet there he was, sat right beside him like it was the most normal thing in the world, holding a - relatively - normal conversation. This Child-Queen really did like to toy with her new citizens.
"Maybe if I had comrades for you to kidnap. Everyone else is back home," Zidane's smile looked slightly more forced, then. "Besides, would you want to be stuck in a place like this?"
...And the annual award for stupidest question ever goes to Zidane Tribal. He could've kicked himself. If he was about to die and then was taken somewhere else, alive, it was obvious which was preferable, of course. Wasn't it? "...Never mind. Forget I asked."
The question made him laugh suddenly. He moved his hand, resting it back atop his journal and clenching his hands into fists.
Home
That's right, wasn't it? Zidane had been plucked out of his story mid-chapter; unlike Kuja, Zidane hadn't reached the end of his story just yet. Zidane had been taken from his friends, his comrades and his beloved.
The sun was setting, blazing the sky with a watercolor palette of oranges and pinks. He marveled at the sunset. He couldn't bring himself to meet his brother's eyes.
"It's alright sweetheart," Kuja shook his head with a hollow laugh, "it isn't as if I've got anywhere else to be."
Zidane suddenly stood as if wanting to bring about an abrupt end to the conversation. There was still friction in the air, even now. It wasn't that Zidane begrudged Kuja for anything that had happened, all the hardships, but... It was going to be hard to adjust. Kuja was a changed man.
"We should get to the shops before they close," he said, not quite able to look at him either, and instead settled for looking at his tattered clothes, smirking slightly. "Unless you want to sleep in those tonight?"
But now... Kuja was a complication in the plan. He was the last person he'd expected to see again, yet there he was, sat right beside him like it was the most normal thing in the world, holding a - relatively - normal conversation. This Child-Queen really did like to toy with her new citizens.
"Maybe if I had comrades for you to kidnap. Everyone else is back home," Zidane's smile looked slightly more forced, then. "Besides, would you want to be stuck in a place like this?"
...And the annual award for stupidest question ever goes to Zidane Tribal. He could've kicked himself. If he was about to die and then was taken somewhere else, alive, it was obvious which was preferable, of course. Wasn't it? "...Never mind. Forget I asked."
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The question made him laugh suddenly. He moved his hand, resting it back atop his journal and clenching his hands into fists.
Home
That's right, wasn't it? Zidane had been plucked out of his story mid-chapter; unlike Kuja, Zidane hadn't reached the end of his story just yet. Zidane had been taken from his friends, his comrades and his beloved.
The sun was setting, blazing the sky with a watercolor palette of oranges and pinks. He marveled at the sunset. He couldn't bring himself to meet his brother's eyes.
"It's alright sweetheart," Kuja shook his head with a hollow laugh, "it isn't as if I've got anywhere else to be."
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"We should get to the shops before they close," he said, not quite able to look at him either, and instead settled for looking at his tattered clothes, smirking slightly. "Unless you want to sleep in those tonight?"
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