CRYSTALS. THERE'S SOMETHING FASCINATING ABOUT THEM, some magic he's previously unaware of displayed instead in full swing, surely? but the chill that has pervaded through his bones feels far more UNNATURAL than the chill he's now grown used to. this isn't a game, but another life or death situation that he's been unceremoniously dumped into. well, he's a SURVIVOR, that much is true, even if the details are a real kick in the teeth.
❝another MESS they've thrown us in, huh?❞ he mumbled aloud, quiet words to himself. if his breath could turn to crystals, like those COVERING the landscape, it might as well have already. ❝hey … ya look lost.❞
for all his griping, barret is OBSERVANT when he wishes to be, turning his head to give the nearby female a keener look. without a doubt, she reminds him of the newcomers who trickle into this place with every ECLIPSE, a certain uncertainty as if they aren't sure of just where to go, where to be … reminds him of his first days in midgar, bloody MESS that turned out to be.
@relansi liked for a starter.