[he hums, all but sneering as he names them. he's not sure if that's the memory rubbing off on him, her feelings rubbing off on him, or if his reaction is solely on him, on how easy it is to compare Shinra to Blume, their fixers to the Turks. he's not sure it matters, either way]
[either way, the look fades back into something more thoughtful, after a handful of heartbeats] You were winning. though. [they won] And then -- what was that? [there was -- smoke? and then it all gets a little hazy for a few seconds. and then Rude running away from the controls. and ... ]
[and then it all sort of falls apart in his head, fades. he knows there's more, but that's where the memory stops]
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[either way, the look fades back into something more thoughtful, after a handful of heartbeats] You were winning. though. [they won] And then -- what was that? [there was -- smoke? and then it all gets a little hazy for a few seconds. and then Rude running away from the controls. and ... ]
[and then it all sort of falls apart in his head, fades. he knows there's more, but that's where the memory stops]