[Hearing this now, he can't help but feel very privileged to be -- what he can only imagine, he may be -- the only person in Luceti to have heard this story. Perhaps the only person Nephry has ever told... and though there's a small part of him that feels she brought this up to make a point, he's also just as certain that perhaps this is something she just needed to tell someone. How long has she dealt this? Through all those experiments and the times when Peony had been here, living with them in this very house...]
[There's a question hanging in every word she says, hinted at with that affectionate tone she still used for something that happened so long ago. But... what good would it do to ask, he wonders. Peony wasn't here. And back home, Nephry was already with someone else. To ask would probably only remind her of the hopelessness of the situation. And that look on her face was already so sad.]
[action, later]
[There's a question hanging in every word she says, hinted at with that affectionate tone she still used for something that happened so long ago. But... what good would it do to ask, he wonders. Peony wasn't here. And back home, Nephry was already with someone else. To ask would probably only remind her of the hopelessness of the situation. And that look on her face was already so sad.]
Do you think you'll ever tell him the truth?