His hand slipped out of hers and fell to his side.
"They're mainly Jenovian." He stayed unresponsive.
"You wouldn't understand our drawings."
He remained still. "Don't bother. Normal childhoods make no sense to us."
"He never had a proper childhood, so a section of his mind is still like one. He was doodling on his puppet earlier in Jenovian."
"He's still got the mind of a child. He seeks comfort, not harshness and yelling."
Mind, sanity, etc. I'm surprised you've never heard of that. "And wife."
Or he thinks she's lost her marbles. Or perhaps her health once she injects herself. "But you counted Sephiroth as your father."
"Same as you and we suffered more than you. You even had a father to care for you."
"Why Luana?"
He shivers as he wraps his wings around himself.
"Mine weren't around either and Jenova could only use mental contact."
He whimpered softly. "I honestly don't mind."
"She doesn't mind."
"Why not?"
He bit his arm stubbornly.
"I thought you didn't like her since that incident."
He rolled his eyes. "I don't mean that time." He said as he gave Jericho a bottle of blood and mako.
"Sure we may not be lovers, but I still needed her."
"The prisoner who is rescued by a lady of the opposing nation."
