[Now, how to say something without making himself worry? Even though he'll worry anyway now that he implied there are more wars, and he's going to worry about how many there possibly are, and how long they go on for, but he can't say too much because that might change god knows what--]
[Aaand anyone on the outside looking at this X will see him a little bent over with his arms crossed as he thinks this through. Darnit, Zero would be laughing at him if he saw this.]
Maybe he should try to find a medic? No, that wouldn't work. Medics didn't often run around in this area of...sub-space? Maybe that was a good word. Either way, his other self was sure quiet, and with him sitting like that, X's mind could only speculate what his problem was.
Concern tinged his voice.]
Hey, uh...are you...all right? Do you need me to get someone for you?
[X's head snaps up not at the concern, but at the question itself. Man, is his posture really that bad? He'll straighten to fix that then and relax his arms.]
Huh? Oh! No, no, I'm all right, I'm just ... I don't want you overthinking anything. There's still a lot more to do, but little by little it does get better.
[Let's see if the worrier telling the other worrier not to worry will work!]
Now you're starting to sound like Zero. I've just got to keep working, and things will work out, right? This war isn't going to last forever. Sigma's gone, but our work isn't done yet.
[Though he paused, throwing his other self a dubious look.]
Are you sure you're okay? You were hunched like that for a long time.
As much as I used to hate to admit it, Zero was absolutely right when he said, "A Hunter's work is never finished." I still believe that someday the Hunters won't be necessary and everyone can live peacefully without any fear.
[Heh] Yes, I'm fine. I'm sorry my posture was so horrible you thought something was physically wrong with me.
It has to be true. [His words were firm, full of conviction.] And I'll do everything I can to make that happen.
[Though he took a moment to blink, his other self's words taking him a back a bit.]
Your posture? No, it wasn't really your posture, it was just...you didn't say anything for a long time. I was worried that you'd crashed, or maybe something happened.
Ah, that. I was just trying to find the right words to say to you without tipping off too much. I'm from a future "canon point", so I have to be careful.
I don't want to divulge details just in case, but it seems that it will take a lot for an anomaly of any kind to occur in this place. [Both a blessing and a curse.]
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I see.
[Now, how to say something without making himself worry? Even though he'll worry anyway now that he implied there are more wars, and he's going to worry about how many there possibly are, and how long they go on for, but he can't say too much because that might change god knows what--]
[Aaand anyone on the outside looking at this X will see him a little bent over with his arms crossed as he thinks this through. Darnit, Zero would be laughing at him if he saw this.]
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Maybe he should try to find a medic? No, that wouldn't work. Medics didn't often run around in this area of...sub-space? Maybe that was a good word. Either way, his other self was sure quiet, and with him sitting like that, X's mind could only speculate what his problem was.
Concern tinged his voice.]
Hey, uh...are you...all right? Do you need me to get someone for you?
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Huh? Oh! No, no, I'm all right, I'm just ... I don't want you overthinking anything. There's still a lot more to do, but little by little it does get better.
[Let's see if the worrier telling the other worrier not to worry will work!]
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Now you're starting to sound like Zero. I've just got to keep working, and things will work out, right? This war isn't going to last forever. Sigma's gone, but our work isn't done yet.
[Though he paused, throwing his other self a dubious look.]
Are you sure you're okay? You were hunched like that for a long time.
[...no, no it won't. :P]
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[Heh] Yes, I'm fine. I'm sorry my posture was so horrible you thought something was physically wrong with me.
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[Though he took a moment to blink, his other self's words taking him a back a bit.]
Your posture? No, it wasn't really your posture, it was just...you didn't say anything for a long time. I was worried that you'd crashed, or maybe something happened.
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Ah, that. I was just trying to find the right words to say to you without tipping off too much. I'm from a future "canon point", so I have to be careful.
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...wait.]
Because if you do say something, it can cause some temporal anomaly, or something of that sort, right?
[Though he can't help but be curious...]
So...how far in the future are you from?
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I'm from the ... later half of the 22nd century.