Hope could barely muster the willpower to look up when he heard someone who might be speaking with him, as reluctant as he was to talk to anyone. His eyes widened, however, seeing a girl who looked... around his age? Had she just appeared here, too? But no, she looked far more comfortable, as is she was completely used to this already. But then, from what he had gleaned the night before, everyone here just... found themselves here one day
( ... )
He attempted a smile for her, glad to hear someone at least... upbeat about everything. Not that he thought she'd want to hang around him if she ever found out he was l'Cie. No one did.
"Thanks." There was a duck of his head as he said that, some sheepishness that still managed to be retained through this experience and journey. He hadn't been appreciative enough of Vanille's optimism and warmth, relying instead on Lightning to help him and-- now he regretted that. She may not have seemed as strong, but at least she was willing to pull him along and make sure he didn't get left alone.
And now, with that cheeriness seemed reflected in Anise, and his own fumbling in this place, he was more than glad for what seemed almost like... a second chance. Choose to listen to the person who made it sound like it would be okay.
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He looked out the window at her prompting, blinking as he realized it was snowing now. Had it been like that when he had been ushered on the bus? He vaguely remembered the outside being white, but taking little notice of it other than the cold as he stepped outside. He had been more relieved at the fact that there was still light outside in the sky rather than looking down.
Snow. He tried not to associate the name and just pressing a hand against the window in wonderment at the flakes falling from the sky. It took a moment before he was broken from his reverie, looking back as she talked about the bulletin boards. That was good to know-- without phones and such, it would have been hard to find anything. At the very least, there was that.
"Okay. I'll... look for that." And he would, or at least try to find it. Something like that might be able to tell him more about the place he had ended up in. A hesitation, even as he watched people get herded off the bus. "Thank you."
The seats in front of them cleared first, and before long it was Anise's turn to go. Her smile brightened when Hope thanked her. "Anytime!" she replied as she rose to her feet, her paper bag and things in hand.
"I'll always be around, so don't be a stranger!" she reminded him one last time before a "nurse" shouted for patients to keep moving, and she had no choice but to move ahead to the exit. All she could do now was hope that he'd be okay.
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"Thanks." There was a duck of his head as he said that, some sheepishness that still managed to be retained through this experience and journey. He hadn't been appreciative enough of Vanille's optimism and warmth, relying instead on Lightning to help him and-- now he regretted that. She may not have seemed as strong, but at least she was willing to pull him along and make sure he didn't get left alone.
And now, with that cheeriness seemed reflected in Anise, and his own fumbling in this place, he was more than glad for what seemed almost like... a second chance. Choose to listen to the person who made it sound like it would be okay.
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Snow. He tried not to associate the name and just pressing a hand against the window in wonderment at the flakes falling from the sky. It took a moment before he was broken from his reverie, looking back as she talked about the bulletin boards. That was good to know-- without phones and such, it would have been hard to find anything. At the very least, there was that.
"Okay. I'll... look for that." And he would, or at least try to find it. Something like that might be able to tell him more about the place he had ended up in. A hesitation, even as he watched people get herded off the bus. "Thank you."
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"I'll always be around, so don't be a stranger!" she reminded him one last time before a "nurse" shouted for patients to keep moving, and she had no choice but to move ahead to the exit. All she could do now was hope that he'd be okay.
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