rondo's really good at bouncing back from tragedy. he's used to tragedy, he's used to loss, but there's - there's just nothing that could have prepared him for this. for the first time, he's not running around looking for people after death has struck. today he's just sitting by the blue, blue pyre on the ground, his arms around his knees.
it becomes very, immediately clear that he's crying. silently, but he's crying. ]
[ it takes him like, a full thirty seconds to realize he has company. when rondo lifts his head, he looks... a mess. face red, cheeks tear-streaked, eyes still wet with tears, and he -- he tries, at least, to compose himself a little, to rub his hand across his eyes. ]
Miss Asa...[ he might say something else, maybe, but there's just - there are just no words, and he just finishes, lamely, quietly: ] ...hello.
[ and if they were wrong, iwatooshi's death would be pointless. rondo's quiet for a long moment, his expression unreadable behind the curtain of his blonde hair. ]
... Anyone could have worn something that big. [ it's not like a tiny poncho, which excludes more people. the injuries he had could have, maybe, but... ] I guess... if it seems as if Sir Iwatooshi was - could have been involved with Cloud or Miss Aerith, then... then I guess we'll have an answer.
... I don't... know how I feel about the idea that someone acted on suspicion. If they were right, it's one thing, but... [ but what if they weren't? what if it was just a poor choice, someone panicking, trying to be the hero and save the others? what if they were wrong?
he lifts a hand to rub across his face. ] ...I hate this, Miss Asa.
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rondo's really good at bouncing back from tragedy. he's used to tragedy, he's used to loss, but there's - there's just nothing that could have prepared him for this. for the first time, he's not running around looking for people after death has struck. today he's just sitting by the blue, blue pyre on the ground, his arms around his knees.
it becomes very, immediately clear that he's crying. silently, but he's crying. ]
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she doesn't sit, but she comes to stand next a few steps away.]
Rondo.
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Miss Asa...[ he might say something else, maybe, but there's just - there are just no words, and he just finishes, lamely, quietly: ] ...hello.
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she stares at him for a moment, face a little blank and expression somewhat vacant, before she looks away.]
Somehow, it feels worse than usual... Doesn't it?
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ugh. ugh!!! yes, yes it does. he sniffs, and drops his hands from his face. ]
...I almost wouldn't have believed it if I hadn't seen it myself.
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[someone really took out two of the nicest people here and cloud.]
Rondo... About Iwatooshi, did you ask Greengrass if he found any injuries last week?
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[ it's not the first time he's heard that - he looks down at his hands. ]
I... I'm not sure that I agree.
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... Anyone could have worn something that big. [ it's not like a tiny poncho, which excludes more people. the injuries he had could have, maybe, but... ] I guess... if it seems as if Sir Iwatooshi was - could have been involved with Cloud or Miss Aerith, then... then I guess we'll have an answer.
... I don't... know how I feel about the idea that someone acted on suspicion. If they were right, it's one thing, but... [ but what if they weren't? what if it was just a poor choice, someone panicking, trying to be the hero and save the others? what if they were wrong?
he lifts a hand to rub across his face. ] ...I hate this, Miss Asa.
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[she doesn't know how the possessed decide on who they're going to kill, anyway.
she moves to sit down on one of the benches, leaning back to stare at the fucky sky.]
I hate it, too.