Translation: BAWWWW JAMES BAWWWWW
Who: Squall, OPEN
What: Thinking. Lots of it.
Where: The Medbay
When: Tuesday
Worrying about someone -- actually allowing himself to worry -- is still a very new experience for Squall. He's always worked to keep himself distant, to prevent himself from forming attachments. Somewhere along the way, however, James had become ... a friend. Though he doubts he'll ever say it aloud, Squall can at least admit that to himself.
And now the older man is missing, and Squall can't help but think that he should have expected this.
It's not enough to simply assume that James has gone home. His last activity on the network had been while Ratchet's clone had been attacking. It's reasonable to assume that he'd been on his way to help ... but what had happened then?
The SeeD sighs, resting his elbows on his knees as he stares at Lionheart on the table before him. He knows he couldn't have done anything. He'd been unconscious, and had barely had the energy to dispose of his own clone. Even now, it's difficult to stay awake. But he's determined not to miss anything that may hint at James' return. He's lost enough already.
Finally taking his weapon off the table, Squall begins sharpening the already pristine blade. Anything to keep himself busy.
What: Thinking. Lots of it.
Where: The Medbay
When: Tuesday
Worrying about someone -- actually allowing himself to worry -- is still a very new experience for Squall. He's always worked to keep himself distant, to prevent himself from forming attachments. Somewhere along the way, however, James had become ... a friend. Though he doubts he'll ever say it aloud, Squall can at least admit that to himself.
And now the older man is missing, and Squall can't help but think that he should have expected this.
It's not enough to simply assume that James has gone home. His last activity on the network had been while Ratchet's clone had been attacking. It's reasonable to assume that he'd been on his way to help ... but what had happened then?
The SeeD sighs, resting his elbows on his knees as he stares at Lionheart on the table before him. He knows he couldn't have done anything. He'd been unconscious, and had barely had the energy to dispose of his own clone. Even now, it's difficult to stay awake. But he's determined not to miss anything that may hint at James' return. He's lost enough already.
Finally taking his weapon off the table, Squall begins sharpening the already pristine blade. Anything to keep himself busy.