[The hat is tipped off of his head, held against his chest as he keeps his vision focused on the ruins ahead of him. There isn't so much as a nod from him, a long pause holding until he finally closes his eyes in thought.]
Sure has-..
[The small utterance of noise is all he says, moments moving along before he finally returns the hat to his head. He takes his time to turn around, crossing his arms over his chest as he plainly looks to the man in uniform. Long has gone the youthful look in Luffy's eyes. The last time they'd locked gazes with one another, the pirate had been able to see the sleeping beast hidden behind the azure lenses. While Luffy's eyes do not glow, there is something there that alludes to a wealth of pain and experience. There is grief in his gaze, loss, kept at bay as his vision turns to one of questioning.]
It isn't easy being a hero. You know that better than any one.
[He bends his knees, leaning forward ever so slightly to pick a small rock from the ground. He turns his back to Sephiroth, tossing the rock up a few times in his grasp before he rears his arm back to try and hit a crumbled fixture in the distance.]
But you keep on doing it. You keep doing what you can to help people. Even when knowing that every day people die, you do what you think is right.
[He had not forgotten what he'd been told. The information of those who had opposed the idea of sending in a team to save the few heroes who had been captured by the Empire still left a sour taste in his mouth. He had nothing but sharp words when he recalled the name, yet time had given him the lesson that such things were inevitable. It was not fair that his friends had to suffer, but there was no use in blaming those who did not wish to cause more pain to those undeserving of such a fate.]
How do you keep going? Money? Fame? Praise?
[His head turns over his shoulder, the piercing gaze of his eyes as his pupils narrow in on the taller man.]
Re: (i)Around the City [Sephiroth / Open]
Sure has-..
[The small utterance of noise is all he says, moments moving along before he finally returns the hat to his head. He takes his time to turn around, crossing his arms over his chest as he plainly looks to the man in uniform. Long has gone the youthful look in Luffy's eyes. The last time they'd locked gazes with one another, the pirate had been able to see the sleeping beast hidden behind the azure lenses. While Luffy's eyes do not glow, there is something there that alludes to a wealth of pain and experience. There is grief in his gaze, loss, kept at bay as his vision turns to one of questioning.]
It isn't easy being a hero. You know that better than any one.
[He bends his knees, leaning forward ever so slightly to pick a small rock from the ground. He turns his back to Sephiroth, tossing the rock up a few times in his grasp before he rears his arm back to try and hit a crumbled fixture in the distance.]
But you keep on doing it. You keep doing what you can to help people. Even when knowing that every day people die, you do what you think is right.
[He had not forgotten what he'd been told. The information of those who had opposed the idea of sending in a team to save the few heroes who had been captured by the Empire still left a sour taste in his mouth. He had nothing but sharp words when he recalled the name, yet time had given him the lesson that such things were inevitable. It was not fair that his friends had to suffer, but there was no use in blaming those who did not wish to cause more pain to those undeserving of such a fate.]
How do you keep going? Money? Fame? Praise?
[His head turns over his shoulder, the piercing gaze of his eyes as his pupils narrow in on the taller man.]
What makes you continue to be a hero?