[ After the children let go, Setsuna slowly stands back up. The cold winds lightly brush past them, and he keeps his eyes distant. He watches as the children run... further and further away. They're really in a different world; it truly feels like so whenever he witnesses such scenes. There are things that haven't changed... There are those that remain. This world knows war, yet there are those who are living unaware. He wonders how long until this peace is gone.
Once the children are out of sight, he turns to the face the blonde young man again. His expression is still the same... Icy. He noticed the other keeps staring at him for a while, but doesn't ask yet. He wanted to see if the man will affirm his intentions further. And thankfully, he does. The familiar dialect surprises him right away, enough to cause his eyes to hesitate for a split second. ... Is this person from his country? ]
... I do. [ On both accounts. He answers appropriately, confirming that he indeed does. ] However, I still do not understand the specifics.
[ Why does it have to be hand holding... How does it work, really? ]
/gasp. Did I accidentally find Gil's soft spot!!
Once the children are out of sight, he turns to the face the blonde young man again. His expression is still the same... Icy. He noticed the other keeps staring at him for a while, but doesn't ask yet. He wanted to see if the man will affirm his intentions further. And thankfully, he does. The familiar dialect surprises him right away, enough to cause his eyes to hesitate for a split second. ... Is this person from his country? ]
... I do. [ On both accounts. He answers appropriately, confirming that he indeed does. ] However, I still do not understand the specifics.
[ Why does it have to be hand holding... How does it work, really? ]