Xig shrugs again, though nods along with what his twin said. It was true enough, and made more sense than just about anything else that was going on. Nice to have some logical company, for once.
“So, this is where we’re all meant to end up, huh? Makes sense.” He chuckled, letting his eyes close. Sure seemed like this was where they all played out. “Makes you wonder, though, doesn’t it? Must be a pretty important role to play, if we keep getting tossed in it. … And, which one of is is doing it right?” That one actually made him think. So many different versions of themselves… How many were there? How many of them were out there, now? He knew of himself, obviously enough, and he knew of the twin across from him. Couple others, too. Each of them a little different - or a lot different, depending on which you thought about. There had to be a reason for it, right? There had to be one of them that would come out on top, right? Couldn’t be all of them. That just didn’t make sense. He could hope that he was the lucky number two, or whatever they’d call themselves, but, he can only assume that all the others feel the same. Much as any of them could feel, anyways.
“Whatever. Guess all we can do is keep on dancing to whatever tune we’ve got, make it a good one.” He reached out to snag the bottle back, splashing one last mouthful into his glass. He gave the alcohol one last swirl, then held his glass aloft.
“How ‘bout a toast, then?” Anything to lighten the mood. He had had enough of all this heavy junk.
“To us, the others, and whatever it is we’re supposed to be doing.”
FATE ——— His comment about the subject reminds him all to much how, it’s a fickle thing to control. Rather, it’s beyond your control once you let it slip between your fingers. It’s enough to stir him into taking a whisk of his drink, to numb his thinking.
“ Bound t’ be th’ case if next t’ every ‘us’ is in this position. “ Whether different circumstances, where they were in regards to the timeline. All of them had found themselves IN THIS position. It be guessing territory, as to whether or not they’ve been in this position for the same amount of time, whether some of them are in this role shorter or longer then others. Or even the WHY, why they had this position. ( The deeper the thinking, the more what if’s popped up. Such is the reason, that this was just another thing that shouldn’t be thought too much into. Otherwise your in for one headache. )
Yet, his twin besides him beckons him to think even more. “ Well, we all got t’ do our job right haven’t we? “ He could see why this role could be important, just like how every gear was a key component in making something run. But whether they were doing it RIGHT? If this was a time to feel, then ‘uneasiness’ would be eating away at him. A thought of doubt creeps up on him, whether his means of serving Xehanort were correct, whether he was doing it in the right way. But it had to be right, for everyone’s sake. It had to be right, it was all he could do anymore.
It’s enough doubt to make him down more of his drink, to let the alcohol distract him from his mind processing more then it should. Sometimes, being able to think, was more trouble then it was worth.
“ A toast eh? “ The freeshooter is paying enough attention to see the twin raise his glass aloft. Anything to diminish the heavy subject? He’d jump on that boat. “ Now ya’ talkin’. “ Is the best reply that comes t’ mind, while disguising just how much he was happy with the ‘subject change’.
He mimic's his twins actions, lifting his own glass aloft, readying it for the toast. “To us, th’ others, and whatever it is we’re supposed t’ be doin’. “ With the toast said and done, he takes a drink of his glass to commemorate the toast.
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