[It's been one hell of a week for Lightning, to put it mildly. With the recent events unfolding, she's become withdrawn and quiet, and her worry and anger have been manifesting in a static aura that follows her wherever she goes, zapping anyone who dares to come near her, despite all her best efforts to keep her frustration under wraps. It never works here, and maybe a part of her has given up trying at this point.
She's been getting less sleep and it's beginning to show in the tired look in her eyes and the hoarseness in her voice. The nightly dreams of her journey through the ruins of Etro's temple in search of answers have only aggravated it....
Nevertheless, it's been at least a week since she's seen much of anyone, and why it's nice for her to finally be able to break from the stress of it all. It hasn't been easy to peel herself away from the house and leave it absent of her presence, regardless of whether Noel or Serah were there, but this time was entirely her decision. Lightning didn't have to ask to seek refuge here, but she did, and that's why she's in Gladio's room tonight instead, already in her polka dot pajamas and curled up on his bed.
But whenever he joins her, she doesn't look like she's ready for sleep just yet, despite how tired she looks and feels. Her fingers have the sheets bunched up between them, her lips pressed into a thin line, and when she peers up at him, it's in brief intervals between her looking elsewhere.
Eventually, she speaks up, her voice quiet and unsure.]
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She's been getting less sleep and it's beginning to show in the tired look in her eyes and the hoarseness in her voice. The nightly dreams of her journey through the ruins of Etro's temple in search of answers have only aggravated it....
Nevertheless, it's been at least a week since she's seen much of anyone, and why it's nice for her to finally be able to break from the stress of it all. It hasn't been easy to peel herself away from the house and leave it absent of her presence, regardless of whether Noel or Serah were there, but this time was entirely her decision. Lightning didn't have to ask to seek refuge here, but she did, and that's why she's in Gladio's room tonight instead, already in her polka dot pajamas and curled up on his bed.
But whenever he joins her, she doesn't look like she's ready for sleep just yet, despite how tired she looks and feels. Her fingers have the sheets bunched up between them, her lips pressed into a thin line, and when she peers up at him, it's in brief intervals between her looking elsewhere.
Eventually, she speaks up, her voice quiet and unsure.]
Hey. Can we talk?