Can't we take a picture? Write something down? [Anger mixes with desperation in his expression.] Anything that'll stay even if our memories don't work?
[He looks from one woman to the other, appearing increasingly agitated. After a moment, Snow turns away and paces in a circle, head down and eyes on the ground. Nothing makes sense, and for a good few seconds, he just punches one palm with the other hand as he slowly shakes his head.]
Are we really just left with memories? [He finally lifts his gaze and looks at Lightning.] Sorry. Not even memories--feelings.
[Snow slowly shifts his attention back to Serah, and he drops his arms before reaching one hand for hers. He tangles their fingers together and gives her hand a tight squeeze. This just isn't right. If it's not one thing that's pulling them apart, it's another.]
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Date: 2012-06-13 01:20 am (UTC)[He looks from one woman to the other, appearing increasingly agitated. After a moment, Snow turns away and paces in a circle, head down and eyes on the ground. Nothing makes sense, and for a good few seconds, he just punches one palm with the other hand as he slowly shakes his head.]
Are we really just left with memories? [He finally lifts his gaze and looks at Lightning.] Sorry. Not even memories--feelings.
[Snow slowly shifts his attention back to Serah, and he drops his arms before reaching one hand for hers. He tangles their fingers together and gives her hand a tight squeeze. This just isn't right. If it's not one thing that's pulling them apart, it's another.]