living in ruins of the palace within my dreams - INBOX
dancin' around the lies we tell
16 January 2014 @ 02:47 pm
INBOX
CALLING: ROXAS
She's my best friend. [ He does not explain that she's a Replica of him. ] She died, in my arms.
[ His tone is very matter-of-fact, not expecting any kind of reaction or condolence, but wanting to make it clear just how much this girl means to him. ]
She's my best friend. [ He does not explain that she's a Replica of him. ] She died, in my arms.
[ His tone is very matter-of-fact, not expecting any kind of reaction or condolence, but wanting to make it clear just how much this girl means to him. ]
[His best friend died too, but somewhere that Garrus couldn't back her up. He still regrets not being there.]
CALLING: Vakarian, Garrus
Take your time, then. Don't just dump it on her. And consider it as a break, too. Get your head on straight.
CALLING: Vakarian, Garrus
Take your time, then. Don't just dump it on her. And consider it as a break, too. Get your head on straight.
CALLING: ROXAS
[ Quiet again. He doesn't know if it's head so much as his heart... ]
Okay. [ And because he is in fact a nice kid, ] Sorry for the trouble.
[ Quiet again. He doesn't know if it's head so much as his heart... ]
Okay. [ And because he is in fact a nice kid, ] Sorry for the trouble.
CALLING: Vakarian, Garrus
Don't tell me that. Show me that. By not getting the both of us killed.
Don't tell me that. Show me that. By not getting the both of us killed.