Though it had almost escaped his attention at first, the words he initially had in response to
MARISOL SIMONE fell short within his throat as a familiar transparency upon her caught his eye. Rather than an immediate confirmation and an attempt to ensure that she had, indeed, been as fine as could be, his brows furrowed pensively as he took just a step or so closer.[break][break]
No words at first.[break]
No more distance ventured.[break][break]
”...Shit, you, too…?” he murmured, instinctively glancing back down towards the visible
(or invisible, rather) portions of his body as they laid hidden beneath his shirt for the most part.[break][break]
Yet again, he attempted to touch the void upon his form as if confirming its reality, though his attention soon drifted towards those around as the realization further dawned upon him. Eyes of amber narrowed faintly upon noting the more notable vacancies within the bodies of those around; an ample enough of a distraction to drive him to almost completely tune out the words and visual recording of the man cast out before all to see.[break][break]
It was then that he
really regretted not staying in the office.[break][break]
And yet, the situation had been finalized. He was there, and with a deep breath and a smile that had been more forced than usual, he steeled himself before peering back towards his companion.
”Fine enough, at the very least,” he murmured lowly, the tug upon his lips faltering slightly as his mind betrayed his wishes to keep the faith; to keep the hope that the situation would rectify itself.
”Fine as I could possibly be, and I’m…pretty sure it’s the same for the others.”[break][break]
He hoped it was. He really hoped it was.[break][break]
And the hope would have been enough to turn the tides of his mind if not for the progression of the environment and its happenings. The recording had fallen on somewhat deaf ears
(he’d heard enough to make a gist if he thought about things, and if there was an article, he figured that he could read it if he left alive), though the scan had been what snapped him back into reality. It was hard for it not to, after all.[break][break]
It was the cause of another smile faltering, and it was the cause of a sudden numbness and void that had been more parts metaphorical that time around.[break][break]
He couldn’t put his finger on it at first, but the more he thought on it, the more he realized that there was nothing to think
about. A face with a name; a man hailing from a family so renowned and loved by him and his own.[break][break]
…But the family, themselves. Who were they?[break]
What had he done? What had he accomplished?[break]
…Why had there been a smile of hope and encouragement upon his face, given the chaos happening around them?[break][break]
They were all questions that fired rapidly within his mind, and the inquisitive natures of them hadn’t been lost as the confusion reflected within his eyes. He stared idly towards the woman before him. He eyed those around them as his lips faltered more, and by the time he’d looked towards Marisol again, a look made of sterner stuff settled itself upon his face.[break][break]
He furrowed his brows.[break][break]
”...What the Hell did that scan do...?” he murmured lowly, a creeping sense of agitation mingling with the lapses of memories and persona as he side eyed the feuds occurring around him with little care.[break][break]
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TL;DR
- leo's pre-hoenn memories, optimism, and sympathy + empathy have all been nixed. why limit to one thing tbh lessgo
- feeling a bit numb in the aftermath of suddenly losing the above. frustration about not being able to remember is eminent oop
- absolutely doesn't care about the attacking happening right now
- unwritten, but will be heading to terminal 04: past by the next mod post.
