[Yeah that ... makes no sense whatsoever. Sort-of. Maybe? Even taking into account the time compression, it doesn't make sense ... right?
[Irvine's exhausted, but now he's looking he sees how put-together Zell is. That's Garden's uniform. Zell wasn't wearing Garden's uniform in the time compression. ... Was he? No, he couldn't have been, unless it all got mixed in when they got caught in it, or something. Maybe time compressed Zell's uniform. It's the little details, and stuff.
[But ... heroes. Wouldn't that be nice. Irvine would like to imagine that, but right now, footsore and exhausted, so sure he'd seen the sorceress go down but now stuck sometime he doesn't recognise ... it's a little beyond him. And his head hurts. He rubs his temple and then shrugs, spreads his hand in the air.]
I don't know what you're talking about.
[Damn it. He's crashing. His hand's still shaking and now his knees are too, and he sounds more exhausted than he ever meant to sound around Zell. The guy always makes Irvine want to rile him by being more put-together, and he just doesn't have the energy for that.]
I walked here from the time compression, right after ... that stuff. But I mean ... it's time compression. Pulls in from all whens, you know? Maybe it's that.
[But that still doesn't tell them where they are, whether it's back then or in a sorceress-endangered future, or why Zell's potential future memories took precedence over the time-protected ones.]
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[Irvine's exhausted, but now he's looking he sees how put-together Zell is. That's Garden's uniform. Zell wasn't wearing Garden's uniform in the time compression. ... Was he? No, he couldn't have been, unless it all got mixed in when they got caught in it, or something. Maybe time compressed Zell's uniform. It's the little details, and stuff.
[But ... heroes. Wouldn't that be nice. Irvine would like to imagine that, but right now, footsore and exhausted, so sure he'd seen the sorceress go down but now stuck sometime he doesn't recognise ... it's a little beyond him. And his head hurts. He rubs his temple and then shrugs, spreads his hand in the air.]
I don't know what you're talking about.
[Damn it. He's crashing. His hand's still shaking and now his knees are too, and he sounds more exhausted than he ever meant to sound around Zell. The guy always makes Irvine want to rile him by being more put-together, and he just doesn't have the energy for that.]
I walked here from the time compression, right after ... that stuff. But I mean ... it's time compression. Pulls in from all whens, you know? Maybe it's that.
[But that still doesn't tell them where they are, whether it's back then or in a sorceress-endangered future, or why Zell's potential future memories took precedence over the time-protected ones.]