[littl3chocobo]

he had never seen those words until the moment he read them but like all things from stories he knew it inside and out he knew of sydney and lucie and charles as intimately as anyone besides the writer could but it was hollow in that he felt nothing for them. he much preferred the other's way of reading before his interruption, it had emotion and life to it, it was not perfect as his always must be but it had a personal feel that alexander could never recreate. he stopped reading then and turned his face into his lord's shoulder he did not cry though he knew how to and he made no noice though he knew he ought to have. he simply turned his face in and stayed