[More questions and skepticisms arise in the boy's mind, though he remains silent in the moments that follow, fixing his gaze on the strange object that Sigmund pulled out. Both of the things he mentioned seem wholly foreign, and it has his nerves a little on edge. All he can think of now is what he'd witnessed on the journal months ago, when Aerith and Lightning attempted to somehow seal off her brand and it backfired horribly.
Yet still, when his mind passes over the last time his brand advanced—the shock of learning of what happened on the battlefield, a result of never figuring out how to suppress it, even if only temporarily—it all seems fruitless but what else can he really do? Hope briefly lifts a hand to press his fingers to the bridge of his nose, somewhat wearily, before reaching to undo the band of fabric shrouding his wrist.
The brand's moved along considerably since his arrival; Hope can't even bring himself to look at it anymore. The eye is round and bright in the center, almost fully awakened, the surrounding arrows almost at completion. His days are already numbered.]
I don't get how there can be a connection. But here. [Turning his face away slightly, eyes flickering toward Lightning in the process, Hope extends up his wrist so Sigmund can get a better look at it.]
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Yet still, when his mind passes over the last time his brand advanced—the shock of learning of what happened on the battlefield, a result of never figuring out how to suppress it, even if only temporarily—it all seems fruitless but what else can he really do? Hope briefly lifts a hand to press his fingers to the bridge of his nose, somewhat wearily, before reaching to undo the band of fabric shrouding his wrist.
The brand's moved along considerably since his arrival; Hope can't even bring himself to look at it anymore. The eye is round and bright in the center, almost fully awakened, the surrounding arrows almost at completion. His days are already numbered.]
I don't get how there can be a connection. But here. [Turning his face away slightly, eyes flickering toward Lightning in the process, Hope extends up his wrist so Sigmund can get a better look at it.]