[ He doesn't move. Of course he doesn't move. He's never dodged a blow - being unable to feel pain does that to you. Even as she jumped, Ramza simply spoke. ]
Hope is my child.
[ ...That even made Hope look, before dashing to try and get Snow out of there. Snow wasn't attacking anymore, Ramza wasn't her father, and-- damn. Why is her arm not working! Though she couldn't see it, her hand had been covered in that blackness, under her gloves.
And Ramza was struck, damaged. But still simply standing there, looking back to Lightning. As if he wasn't bleeding. ]
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Hope is my child.
[ ...That even made Hope look, before dashing to try and get Snow out of there. Snow wasn't attacking anymore, Ramza wasn't her father, and-- damn. Why is her arm not working! Though she couldn't see it, her hand had been covered in that blackness, under her gloves.
And Ramza was struck, damaged. But still simply standing there, looking back to Lightning. As if he wasn't bleeding. ]
Hope is like me. But you do not attack it. Why?