[It occurs to Rufus then, listening to Tseng's explanation, that Tseng had never actually mentioned his suit — only his rank. Come up to the Jacks' floor, he'd said, but any mention of an accompanying suit had been omitted, either by chance or by design.
Well. He thinks he knows what it is now, in part from his miscalculation with the weight of the knife, and in part because of the animals he does think to mention. Rabbits and foxes; Tseng clarifies what the two of them would have been, had they both been here to experience it.
A rabbit, then. Desperate to be bred. It doesn't suit him at all.]
Strength in variation, then. It's an advantage that we're not the same suit.
[His attention drifts to the dossier again, a little less casually this time. Most of the faces are unfamiliar. A few are outright startling.]
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Well. He thinks he knows what it is now, in part from his miscalculation with the weight of the knife, and in part because of the animals he does think to mention. Rabbits and foxes; Tseng clarifies what the two of them would have been, had they both been here to experience it.
A rabbit, then. Desperate to be bred. It doesn't suit him at all.]
Strength in variation, then. It's an advantage that we're not the same suit.
[His attention drifts to the dossier again, a little less casually this time. Most of the faces are unfamiliar. A few are outright startling.]
...The Ancient was here. And Reno?