[The mention of the memory- at least in singular form and pertaining to him in particular, makes his blood feel as though it dropped a few degrees. Although he'd actually gave off quite a few memories, he doubted he'd be called here for any of the others. He can only be talking about the bombing.
His eyes continue to follow the figure, watching him come to his stop- and lingering.
There's no point dragging it out. It's clear he knows.]
It wasn't here.
[Midgar was ...similar to Dualis, sure. But he doubted the guts of a reactor would strike anyone as similar to the streets. No matter how hard they wanted to find the Heart. And there was Barret, who appeared in the memory with him. Surely a guy walking the streets of Dualis with a machine gun arm would stick out.
The only issue, to him, is the police. And if they had the desire to pin the bombing on someone rather than no-one.
He tries to keep his voice dismissive, tries to make it sound uninterested. But perhaps the tall gentleman can hear the uncertainty in it.]
Someone I know's talking to the cops about it, in case they decide they want to bring me in to at least look like they're doing their jobs. And they'll know it's not me- My date of arrival can be verified by the Head- which proves whatever happened here with the bombing happened before I got here. It's nothing to do with me.
[A pause.]
I'm not gonna draw attention to what either of the families' operations with them coming to get me. They're going to know it's pointless.
[A pause. And he glances, again, to the man.]
...Did you get the Head's memories too? Or just ours?
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[The mention of the memory- at least in singular form and pertaining to him in particular, makes his blood feel as though it dropped a few degrees. Although he'd actually gave off quite a few memories, he doubted he'd be called here for any of the others. He can only be talking about the bombing.
His eyes continue to follow the figure, watching him come to his stop- and lingering.
There's no point dragging it out. It's clear he knows.]
It wasn't here.
[Midgar was ...similar to Dualis, sure. But he doubted the guts of a reactor would strike anyone as similar to the streets. No matter how hard they wanted to find the Heart. And there was Barret, who appeared in the memory with him. Surely a guy walking the streets of Dualis with a machine gun arm would stick out.
The only issue, to him, is the police. And if they had the desire to pin the bombing on someone rather than no-one.
He tries to keep his voice dismissive, tries to make it sound uninterested. But perhaps the tall gentleman can hear the uncertainty in it.]
Someone I know's talking to the cops about it, in case they decide they want to bring me in to at least look like they're doing their jobs. And they'll know it's not me- My date of arrival can be verified by the Head- which proves whatever happened here with the bombing happened before I got here. It's nothing to do with me.
[A pause.]
I'm not gonna draw attention to what either of the families' operations with them coming to get me. They're going to know it's pointless.
[A pause. And he glances, again, to the man.]
...Did you get the Head's memories too? Or just ours?