(notices the hugging. Winces) Ugh. Looks like I'm in a completely different place, world or even multiverse. Jusr when I was about to bomb down all those stinking hippies. And they're still here...
(to Cpt. Whatshisname?) My name, my friend, is SAXTON HALE!!!. You seem like a soldier type, even if dressed a bit too fancy and not muscled enough. Care to tell what's going on here?(points at Cloud and C.O)
Being strong is important, true. Still, even if you're a scrawny hippie, all you need to do is to believe in yourself. Without faith, you're going nowhere.
(To Norman) I leave being refined and civil for all pencil-pushers that exist. You cannot fight a lion while getting a haircut with kindess! I'm from 20th century, if that still piques your interest.
edited 24th Aug '12 5:02:10 PM by FergardStratoavis
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...There wasn't anything you could have done. I'm sorry. It's not your fault.
He let you live. He probably didn't care enough to go after you.
MY SOUL IS DARK BUT MY HAIR IS COLORFUL — Brahian Pokémon Alchemist

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-Quietly hugs him again-
-Decides to ignore this strange man with a possible gland problem for the time being-
MY SOUL IS DARK BUT MY HAIR IS COLORFUL — Brahian Pokémon Alchemist