I don’t really remember.
That phrase was quickly becoming the norm among Cosmos’ chosen warriors whenever their pasts were discussed. Conversations that died out faster than the cooling embers of a fire, hushed by a much larger picture..
Cecil liked Cloud. While he was one of the quieter members of the group, his heart was no . Whenever he spoke with the blond he could always see some sort of softer side underneath that hardened exterior.
“I’m getting the mental image of you coming into this world with that blade held in your small hands.” Cecil playfully gave the SOLDIER a soft smirk, “One could only imagine your mother’s reaction.”
Of course that was meant to be a joke.
A brow was raised at the description towards his hands. Small ? He hadn’t noticed such details of his hands, not when his overall physique was only slightly built. He shrugged silently, not quite minding it; it would’ve been ideal to be taller and more muscular like the other warriors but that’s not his primary focus should be now. ❝ I did, in fact. I guess I was surprised that I could handle a sword this huge, given my size. It looked as though I could be a perfect fit for lockers even. ❞ Somehow, that image did not seem that foreign to him at all. Huh. There was a small twinge of an incomprehensible feeling whispering in his chest at the mention of his mother -- as though a hand had been outstretched to grasp his heart tight. He shrugs it off the best he could; no point being more depressing than he already is. ❝ I’d like to think she would be rather proud. ❞
