[Maybe they're too similar in that sense; not knowing what to say or when to say it. Easier to just move on, even if Sephiroth takes the detached and distant route in order to achieve much the same. And though her text is filled with things no one has ever said to him before, there's a strange comfort in knowing that there's sameness in the sentiment -- even in the difficulty of expressing it.]
It's the same for me.
[Friends, ones that grew close, were so rare for him. On Gaia, these friendships ended abruptly, or tragically, either as a consequence of Shinra's machinations or by his own madness-driven hand.]
But I don't want you to feel like you need to always find the right thing to say. If we both suffer from that particular deficiency, then the solution is simple: I speak honestly, and you do the same. It should never be more complicated than that.
[Let them commiserate together in being terrible at this, and simply accept it.]
Let's find something for us to do, then. The city's large and always looking for ways to distract itself.
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It's the same for me.
[Friends, ones that grew close, were so rare for him. On Gaia, these friendships ended abruptly, or tragically, either as a consequence of Shinra's machinations or by his own madness-driven hand.]
But I don't want you to feel like you need to always find the right thing to say. If we both suffer from that particular deficiency, then the solution is simple: I speak honestly, and you do the same. It should never be more complicated than that.
[Let them commiserate together in being terrible at this, and simply accept it.]
Let's find something for us to do, then. The city's large and always looking for ways to distract itself.