[Well, it's good to see that he wasn't too freaked out by the water..... too many people blamed the water, rather than their own stupidity. If you didn't go out in bad conditions and knew your own limits, you were usually fine--as long as you didn't do anything stupid, and had someone watching over you if you were too little to make those decisions yourself. Water is water. It isn't there to cater to you--it just is, and as long as you respect it and treat it well, it'll take care of you in return.
Just like him, right? You couldn't force water to do things so easily. Saïx's clumsy flailing only left him soaked and frustrated, as Demyx had dripped right through his clenched fists, ignoring all his rage and bluster as best he could. Xaldin's growled demands and crushing force had left him surging away as fast as he could manage. But since when had anyone ever bothered to work with him? When had any of them ever shown him any kindness? He'd never asked for much. Not even respect--okay, especially not respect. That Axel readily, openly declares him a wuss and coward without a second thought, and without even thinking he might get offended by it? That right there proves that his bid for flying beneath everyone's regard had worked perfectly.
He'd never needed respect. He was okay with their contempt. What he needed was to be safely ignored enough to survive. For the most part, until that damned suicide mission, it had served him admirably well. Nobody had given him a second thought, and that was just fine by him; he'd always been just trying to live his life and not get involved.
Myde doesn't bother taking offense now, either. It's good, solid advice, after all, even if it's from a traitor. Especially from a traitor, and especially especially one who's doing recon, as long as he can believe Axel. Which, for the moment, he'll assume he can to be on the safe side; cutting and running is usually the safest decision you can make. So Myde grins and laughs even in the face of Axel's--no, Lea's--seriousness, sounding as airy and unconcerned as ever, and flashes him a thumbs up before grabbing his hand for an enthusiastic shake.]
Right, Lea--got it memorized! My name's Myde, nice to meet'cha! We're really the only two who got out while the going was good, then? Where should I be headed, if we're already way out in the boonies here? Sounds like there wouldn't be much farther left to go, especially without knowing which way the winds are blowing, if you catch my drift.
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Just like him, right? You couldn't force water to do things so easily. Saïx's clumsy flailing only left him soaked and frustrated, as Demyx had dripped right through his clenched fists, ignoring all his rage and bluster as best he could. Xaldin's growled demands and crushing force had left him surging away as fast as he could manage. But since when had anyone ever bothered to work with him? When had any of them ever shown him any kindness? He'd never asked for much. Not even respect--okay, especially not respect. That Axel readily, openly declares him a wuss and coward without a second thought, and without even thinking he might get offended by it? That right there proves that his bid for flying beneath everyone's regard had worked perfectly.
He'd never needed respect. He was okay with their contempt. What he needed was to be safely ignored enough to survive. For the most part, until that damned suicide mission, it had served him admirably well. Nobody had given him a second thought, and that was just fine by him; he'd always been just trying to live his life and not get involved.
Myde doesn't bother taking offense now, either. It's good, solid advice, after all, even if it's from a traitor. Especially from a traitor, and especially especially one who's doing recon, as long as he can believe Axel. Which, for the moment, he'll assume he can to be on the safe side; cutting and running is usually the safest decision you can make. So Myde grins and laughs even in the face of Axel's--no, Lea's--seriousness, sounding as airy and unconcerned as ever, and flashes him a thumbs up before grabbing his hand for an enthusiastic shake.]
Right, Lea--got it memorized! My name's Myde, nice to meet'cha! We're really the only two who got out while the going was good, then? Where should I be headed, if we're already way out in the boonies here? Sounds like there wouldn't be much farther left to go, especially without knowing which way the winds are blowing, if you catch my drift.