[As Snow looks back down, Lightning sets her bag down on the ground near the door and crosses her arms over her chest. He's going to be stubborn about this. She can tell.
Though it doesn't surprise Lightning one bit that he still wants to help this woman even though she clocked him, and Lightning shakes her head in the face of that smile.]
You probably didn't. If he tried to get close when he saw her and she pushed him away, he was probably hurt by that. You know Hope, Snow. You know the others, too. How would you react if it was someone who looked exactly like Serah doing this?
[It's familiar, trying to be the voice of reason to Snow's almost reckless take-charge plans and make him think before doing anything, but she can tell he's given this thought. Probably a lot of it.]
Maybe she isn't, but to her, we're all her enemies. We know she's being played the same way we were, but does she? Dysley's her Primarch, her leader. She probably thinks she's fighting for Cocoon. We're everything that stands against that to her. She'll never accept our help.
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Though it doesn't surprise Lightning one bit that he still wants to help this woman even though she clocked him, and Lightning shakes her head in the face of that smile.]
You probably didn't. If he tried to get close when he saw her and she pushed him away, he was probably hurt by that. You know Hope, Snow. You know the others, too. How would you react if it was someone who looked exactly like Serah doing this?
[It's familiar, trying to be the voice of reason to Snow's almost reckless take-charge plans and make him think before doing anything, but she can tell he's given this thought. Probably a lot of it.]
Maybe she isn't, but to her, we're all her enemies. We know she's being played the same way we were, but does she? Dysley's her Primarch, her leader. She probably thinks she's fighting for Cocoon. We're everything that stands against that to her. She'll never accept our help.