[Luffy didn't both to turn around, slowly rolling his head to look back at the collection of rubble and grit that had once been the Presidential Palace. His fingers flex, open hands clenching and opening again as if to reassure himself that they were in fact his own.]
So, you're not a hero?
[A deep grunt of air leaves his chest, the heavy snort of his nostrils as his knees bend for a moment while he stretches out the ache in his legs.]
You're a leaf. A reed. You just do what the wind tells you. You let yourself sway and get knocked around without doing so much as lifting a finger to let yourself decide where to go or what to do.
[He finally turns, his eyes all the more wide and anger filled as he stares at the obvious difference in height between them.]
I hate guys like that. They won't take any risks, and because of that, they can't appreciate life or the future.
[He motions a thumb to the wreckage behind him, bowing his head for a moment as he closes his eyes in thought.]
People die every day. There's no changing that. Even Presidents die. You could have done something, but you didn't. If you did, it wasn't enough, or you thought something was more important and did that instead. Yourself, or maybe the other heroes did the same. You heroes.. You say you're brave, you say you're strong. I haven't seen either from you. Zelda, Ram-bro, Yuna, Rikku, Yuffie.. Even Pakku.
[There's a purposeful pause. A deep and reflective moment just before uttering the next person's name.]
Miss Bloom. They're all heroes.
[He begins to walk toward Sephiroth, keeping his eyes forward as he saddles up aside the well-dressed gentleman. He stops just shy of beside him, hands in his pockets as his head barely reaches the apex of the swordsman's shoulders.]
If you think putting on a uniform is what needs to be done, then I hope you know you aren't wearing something from the military. You're dressing yourself for your funeral.
Re: (i)Around the City [Sephiroth / Open]
So, you're not a hero?
[A deep grunt of air leaves his chest, the heavy snort of his nostrils as his knees bend for a moment while he stretches out the ache in his legs.]
You're a leaf. A reed. You just do what the wind tells you. You let yourself sway and get knocked around without doing so much as lifting a finger to let yourself decide where to go or what to do.
[He finally turns, his eyes all the more wide and anger filled as he stares at the obvious difference in height between them.]
I hate guys like that. They won't take any risks, and because of that, they can't appreciate life or the future.
[He motions a thumb to the wreckage behind him, bowing his head for a moment as he closes his eyes in thought.]
People die every day. There's no changing that. Even Presidents die. You could have done something, but you didn't. If you did, it wasn't enough, or you thought something was more important and did that instead. Yourself, or maybe the other heroes did the same. You heroes.. You say you're brave, you say you're strong. I haven't seen either from you. Zelda, Ram-bro, Yuna, Rikku, Yuffie.. Even Pakku.
[There's a purposeful pause. A deep and reflective moment just before uttering the next person's name.]
Miss Bloom. They're all heroes.
[He begins to walk toward Sephiroth, keeping his eyes forward as he saddles up aside the well-dressed gentleman. He stops just shy of beside him, hands in his pockets as his head barely reaches the apex of the swordsman's shoulders.]
If you think putting on a uniform is what needs to be done, then I hope you know you aren't wearing something from the military. You're dressing yourself for your funeral.