PATIENT was one of many words you could describe Rufus Shinra as. With the amount of time he waited to be found by the Turks, most people would have given up all hope, resigned themselves to die. Once was enough. Though, his mind couldn’t help but wander at time. There were moments where he wondered what caused him to continue moving forward. What motivated him in this broken world? Months ago, he should have given up hope. After changing between who was holding him hostage, and a drastic change in location, with people worrying about their own survival and paying others no mind, the blond really shouldn’t have held onto such a flimsy hope of being reunited with a group who SHOULD have disbanded. It seemed like a miracle when he managed to create a chance to send them a message. No, it honestly was a m i r a c l e he managed to find them an escort to him personally.
If only they had arrived sooner, though.
Getting infected was the cherry on the cake. Whatever he had done to piss off the world, he was ready for it all to be over so he could continue on with his life. He was a busy man, who had plenty of plans. There was so much rebuilding that needed to be done, he was TIRED of being sidetracked. Even now, Kilmister seemed to be making little progress with his research. How much longer would he have to wait and be stuck here? He could feel his patience running thin—and, along with it, a sense of helplessness. Everything was out of his control at this point, and it was starting to drive him M A D.
Currently, cerulean hues stared outside a window, mind stewing over his options. Head tilted, temple resting against the window frame. Perhaps it was because he was in the company of his right hand that his guard had lowered, frustrations momentarily, bitterly, slipping past his lips. ❝ I don’t know where I went wrong with this. ❞ After a moment, lips pursed together, arms crossing over his chest—gaze remained unchanged. If he didn’t expand upon it, maybe his words would be forgotten, lost to the silence between them. As a leader he wasn’t allowed to show his weakness, not even his frustrations. Anything that could be used against him, ESPECIALLY emotions, was a liability. Granted, he could trust Tseng, but that didn’t excuse his small outburst. Such thoughts were better kept in his mind.