"Really? We're doing this?" He'll at least try it, though. Aerith really does have him wrapped around her fingers. He sighs.
"I don't know," he answers honestly. "I don't even know if I want to be a warden. There's people here I want to help, things I want to do back home, but..."
No. He's thinking practically. He trails off, sets himself up again. Treats the thought exercise as such, pretends he's writing about a character and not himself.
"Well. We need a proper arc, right? An internal realization, like you said. That comes first. A better version of me, but something that's still structurally me. That's important."
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"Really? We're doing this?" He'll at least try it, though. Aerith really does have him wrapped around her fingers. He sighs.
"I don't know," he answers honestly. "I don't even know if I want to be a warden. There's people here I want to help, things I want to do back home, but..."
No. He's thinking practically. He trails off, sets himself up again. Treats the thought exercise as such, pretends he's writing about a character and not himself.
"Well. We need a proper arc, right? An internal realization, like you said. That comes first. A better version of me, but something that's still structurally me. That's important."