[Noel ends up leaning forward so that his elbows rest on his knees and he buries his face into his hands and sighs another ragged tired sigh.
He has a hard time believing that because he still can't get the feeling to shake off him. Not after Machina came barging in with his own ideologies about l'cie and Machina and Hope becoming such best buddies.]
It's still different. [Noel breathes after a moment of silence,] It always will be.
[He's seen the power they all have and he'll just never have that. It's a fact that can't be refuted.] Can we stop talking about this now?
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He has a hard time believing that because he still can't get the feeling to shake off him. Not after Machina came barging in with his own ideologies about l'cie and Machina and Hope becoming such best buddies.]
It's still different. [Noel breathes after a moment of silence,] It always will be.
[He's seen the power they all have and he'll just never have that. It's a fact that can't be refuted.] Can we stop talking about this now?