[A jolt runs through his entire body at the sound of her voice; another one when he looks, and, unbelievably, it really is Serah. Not just some figment of imagination that he's been carrying around for decades, but her, real, talking, presumably breathing right in front of him. And for a moment, shock shows in his expression, in his absolute inability to formulate words, let alone sentences. Because last time he checked, Serah was dead, had died in his arms just as they thought they'd made a difference. Last time he checked, Serah was the reason Lightning had become a puppet of some bogus god who probably wanted something way more shady than he was letting on.
... So he's a little dumbstruck, mouth half-open, trying to figure out what the hell to say when something impossible appears before his very eyes.
After a moment, he shakes his head, as if mentally chiding himself: get it together, Noel. Because no matter what's going on, or why, or how, she's here, and that matters more than anything else. That feels really right, in spite of how wrong it is.]
Two. Yuh-- uh, yeah. [Just give him a second to get the babbling out, alright?] ... You're right, two is better than one.
[As soon as she heaves that bag into the crate, Noel follows up with the one in his arms, watching it thud down heavily into the pile. And just like that, somehow, Serah manages to pull a smile out of him, something that's been hard to do for the last few centuries.]
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... So he's a little dumbstruck, mouth half-open, trying to figure out what the hell to say when something impossible appears before his very eyes.
After a moment, he shakes his head, as if mentally chiding himself: get it together, Noel. Because no matter what's going on, or why, or how, she's here, and that matters more than anything else. That feels really right, in spite of how wrong it is.]
Two. Yuh-- uh, yeah. [Just give him a second to get the babbling out, alright?] ... You're right, two is better than one.
[As soon as she heaves that bag into the crate, Noel follows up with the one in his arms, watching it thud down heavily into the pile. And just like that, somehow, Serah manages to pull a smile out of him, something that's been hard to do for the last few centuries.]
Thanks, Serah.