Lea watched Fang as she spoke. She was a survivor, clearly used to judging whether her actions would have dangerous reactions, and what those might bring. He saw her weigh up her options, putting their secrets up against her own before she answered.
She seemed used to being secretive, or at least she had good reason to fear what her admission might bring.
He listened to her, over the background crackle of the fire, and blinked when she confessed what she was.
It meant nothing to him.
He didn't know what a "l'Cie" was, or what Gran Pulse was, either. If she wasn't a Ryoka, Gran Pulse was clearly part of Spira, but that didn't make him any the wiser or shed any light on why she had been cagey about it. If she was part of the world, why did she know so little? He sat, silent and confused, waiting for what would come next.
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She seemed used to being secretive, or at least she had good reason to fear what her admission might bring.
He listened to her, over the background crackle of the fire, and blinked when she confessed what she was.
It meant nothing to him.
He didn't know what a "l'Cie" was, or what Gran Pulse was, either. If she wasn't a Ryoka, Gran Pulse was clearly part of Spira, but that didn't make him any the wiser or shed any light on why she had been cagey about it. If she was part of the world, why did she know so little? He sat, silent and confused, waiting for what would come next.