That's what I'm telling you, I don't know. Talk to him, I guess, but I can't do that. He's gone.
[ For the first time in awhile, he feels empty, without any kind of drive or clear direction. He's not hungry so he wouldn't make any food. He doesn't clean or have any other nervous ticks to act upon while he's nervous, in that respect a little too perfect in his creation. The only remotely gut feeling he ever gets is the impulse to break out his weapon, but that's a gut feeling he's been likewise stomping down for the better part of a year now. It doesn't solve things the way he's been trained to believe. He can't destroy a training dummy or go create a massive illusion to wreck havoc on a part of the forest - well, he can, but it won't do anything to help him. That's what he thought meditation was for. ]
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That's what I'm telling you, I don't know. Talk to him, I guess, but I can't do that. He's gone.
[ For the first time in awhile, he feels empty, without any kind of drive or clear direction. He's not hungry so he wouldn't make any food. He doesn't clean or have any other nervous ticks to act upon while he's nervous, in that respect a little too perfect in his creation. The only remotely gut feeling he ever gets is the impulse to break out his weapon, but that's a gut feeling he's been likewise stomping down for the better part of a year now. It doesn't solve things the way he's been trained to believe. He can't destroy a training dummy or go create a massive illusion to wreck havoc on a part of the forest - well, he can, but it won't do anything to help him. That's what he thought meditation was for. ]
Maybe I'll just... go visit Naminé again.