There was a term he was all too familiar with. In a twisted way, it was almost comforting to hear but it was also a bit discouraging. The past year bore little change despite his hopes of becoming a little more open. …What did that matter? Perhaps it was the way he was meant to be. “You’re in Balamb,” he answered, no comment paid to the woman’s observation.
Teeth nibble the insides of cheek, not having a single clue as to how she arrived in Balamb.
She curses under her breath, seeing how once again her journey would be delayed,
another day would go by without a single soul collected.
Her contact with the Arc was nonexistent in these parts, but she wouldn’t give up,
there is always someone in need of a SAVIOR.
❛Well тнαт'ѕ υɴғorтυɴαтe, I'м coмpleтely loѕт…❜
She pauses for a brief moment to collect her thoughts,
❛—I'м ɢoιɴɢ тo ɴeed yoυr нelp.❜