Well, how about we just take a stroll? Nothing major.
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?-He follows, keeping an eye on Cloud's injuries as he goes-
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?-He's been faintly wheezing for a while, but as usual he's given no indication that he actually notices-
-maybe it's another alien thing and they don't really "do" pain-
-Leads him into the woods- I come here a lot. Most people leave this place alone. There's nothing really out here for them.
MY SOUL IS DARK BUT MY HAIR IS COLORFUL — Brahian Pokémon Alchemist...It's nice here. You can see the sky. And there's this tree with apples that I found. Everything's alive here, too, but not alive in the way where it hurts, like when there's a lot of people around. You can just feel it there, and watch it, and it's nice.
MY SOUL IS DARK BUT MY HAIR IS COLORFUL — Brahian Pokémon Alchemist-Jack nods, looking up through the treetops-
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?...Me.
The forest was just collateral. Boris and Joshua and I, we had to vaporise the mansion to make sure nothing was left. All that was there was ashes afterwards.
...After so long, though, you'd never even know. The ashes made the soil fertile, too. You can't even smell them anymore.
MY SOUL IS DARK BUT MY HAIR IS COLORFUL — Brahian Pokémon AlchemistWhat mansion are we talking about, here?
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?-Has absolutely no idea what any of that means, but he nods-
Right.
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?-Stops dead at the clearing-
...There are old things here, sometimes. Bad things. You can't listen to them for too long. They sing right into you, until you can't hear anything but the noise. You don't understand it, but your brain does, and it never forgets, and then one day you wake up in the middle of the night, and you're holding a knife and you don't remember what you were going to do with it.
And there's no way out. Not for us. That's it. You're tainted by it, and there isn't any way to make it stop, no matter how deep you try to cut the bad out.
...
Please be careful. If... if you wanted to leave, and go back to them, where it's safe, I wouldn't blame you.
MY SOUL IS DARK BUT MY HAIR IS COLORFUL — Brahian Pokémon AlchemistI'll be fine, Cloud. I can take care of myself.
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?

And yeah, we're close, but for the sake of ourselves we keep the job at arm's length. We try to live halfway normal lives outside of it.
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?