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[beaconed]

"Helloooo! You've reached Jaune Arc! If I'm not answering, it means I'm probably off somewhere fighting monsters or... doing something really awesome like saving a cat, or the president's son! You know how it is, a leader's schedule can be really hectic nowadays, ha ha! Just kidding, I'm probably in school, but I'd totally do those things if I ha-- [BEEP]"



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[beaconed]

[ He's actually pretty okay now, but... ]

I've never seen anyone go out the way you did before, and I had nobody to talk about it 'cause there were so many other things going on. But... I'm glad you're okay now! [ Even if it doesn't make sense, they should count their blessings, really. ]

[reenacted]

[If he were just a fraction more naive, this might be where he offered the "it'll get easier" platitude, or something to its effect, but he knows better. They're insubstantial words that don't even do the job of consolation properly. He's seen enough at Shinra's hands, or in opposition to them.

Difference is, he's always had a shoulder to cry on, or at the very least, stutter at until he finds the way around the proper words with a twisted tongue.

Nothing about this, it seems, has been fair.]

You sure you don't need to talk it out? I hear that helps.

[Which as just as much a way of asking for himself as anything, but if he's the mentor figure here--and he seems to be--it won't do to break down easily when he's supposed to be the pillar or role model or...hero, really.

That is meant for quiet solitude, in a place that's harder for prying, overseeing eyes to find access.]

[beaconed]

Heh, how do you talk about something like this? I mean one minute, you're... I mean, your arm...

[ It was a horrific image, one he had to push down in order to keep moving. Thankfully, it seems a little easier to think about it now, knowing this has a happy ending of sorts. ]

Did it... hurt?
S-Sorry, that was a stupid question...

this is old af i'm sorry

[reenacted]

I guess.

[It's a flimsy start and a terrible answer. He knows both of these things, and yet, finding a way to articulate it without sounding like he's either lobbying for pity or trying to brush it off entirely is difficult. His heart might as well be sewn out on his sleeve, sure enough, but tact is another thing entirely.]

Didn't feel anything after a while, if that makes it any better?

[Which is also a duh answer, considering the outcome of that whole catastrophe.]

Everyone else was--you were okay, right? Worth it, however it felt, if no one else had to deal with it.

[Even if nothing in that explains just how he's even having this conversation when he should be very, very not present. Still, he's starting to look about as worn as he sounds, and the optimistic sincerity that would usually make such a sentiment easier to swallow by virtue of how ridiculous it sounded has started to fade.]

no probs!

[beaconed]

W-Well? I can't say anyone has had it as bad as you, so that's... good, right? A-And you're back now, so... y'know, happy ending and all!