(One of them grunts and approaches Cloud, cautiously. Oddly enough, they are silent among each other, most of their gestures and vocalizations seeming to be directed outward.)
Please, do show me. It will be fascinating to observe it.
…?
(Lifts his head a little to look at Cordelia, his eyes immediately darting to her hands.)
...Oh... We're... talking about... anime...
(Speaks with the weariest, most mournful monotone.)
make it through this year if it kills you yet | 2001-2019What do you think they are, Cloud?
I like them.
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?They seem nice.
...
My name is Cloud.
It's been like this for years. First the voices, then the hallucinations, then — then the 'stigma, and the running off to die in a wasteland in the middle of the night, and the nightmares. I helped him through all of it, but every time I do, he just — if I help you, who will I actually be getting back?

-The Triplets are just outside, using magic to grow a small plant-
Deer