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[Hi, everyone. Remember that kid with a bit of a chip on his shoulder? The one who came through all that bereavement and strife to face his fears and confront his Fate head on and (insert ten-minute-long speech about coming up against the world and taking on Hell himself and... you know, stuff)?

The one who takes no nonsense (well, most of the time) and might secretly strive just a little to be just like the ~~crotchety~~ soldier woman who was just days ago ordering someone off their lawn?

Yeah, well, now he's sitting in the middle of the Plaza on his butt, SOBBING LOUDLY like a hysterical five-year-old and not caring who sees.

What do, citizens. What do.]

(ooc: Can apply to any day during the event if you wish. :] And uh. What trait of his have I amped up? Just his typical melodramatic tendencies. Nothing major. :') Haaave fuuuun.)

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[What do? Comfort the poor boy, surely. Kay can't just leave a child weeping on the street. She crouches down next to him, the very picture of concern.]

What's wrong, son?

[The crying momentarily subsides, little ragged breaths as Hope brings a fist up to scrub at his eyes—]

Son...? Son?

[—and then it's promptly slammed against the ground, a dramatic little wail escaping him.] No!

I... I am no one's son. Not anymore. l'Cie don't have parents! [And then he goes right back to sobbing, occasionally beating the ground before him with his fists.]

Oh--oh-- [She reaches out a tentative hand, as though trying to decide whether to try patting his shoulder. She meant "son" in a general sense! As opposed to kid! Oh, dear, the poor boy.

Eventually she decides to try the shoulder-patting thing.] I'm so sorry to hear that. Losing your mother and father at such a young age...

[You certainly didn't ask for it, but Lucy's now patting you gently on the arm and making soothing noises. This extra-kind-and-friendly version of her can't help but comfort people, after all.]

[He jerks that arm back, but at least the crying's stopped... for now.]

You... you shouldn't be here. It isn't safe. It's never safe.

[Well, that's a partial success, at least. Hopefully.]

It's not so bad, is it? What's wrong?

[Mama Bear!Terra so can't ignore this. She drops what she's doing and darts over, all concern.]

What happened?!?

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[Hope wipes one of his dampened cheeks with a sleeve and points at the ground before him. Several feet away, a little black spider can be seen scuttling away.]

That... that thing. It tried to kill me! It was really scary!

[Terra frowns at the spider, but seeing as how it's in retreat mode, she doesn't blast it.]

Well, at least it's going away. Why do I take you home? ...um, where do you live?

No. [His voice is grave.] I can't go home. I'll never be able to go home again. People like me... we don't have homes.

[Even though it's just basically right around the corner. But no matter. Hope turns away, pressing a hand to his face.]

...what? Why can't you go home?

It was taken from me. You should just end it for me... right here where I stand.

[Except for the part where he's sitting.]

...no.

[She shakes her head immediately.]

There's no need to talk like that. I can take you to my home, for a little while, if you want. I'll protect you.

[It's hard not to hear that. The first sob he hears is more than enough to send Hubert whipping around and in Hope's direction. He feels and looks alarmed, because why is a boy wailing so prominently in the middle of the square?]

Are you all right . . . !?

I... I am now! [Scrubbing blearily at his eyes, he snuffles loudly once before choking back another sob, attempting to speak more coherently.] No thanks to you... no thanks to anyone! I could have died, and no one would have cared!

[What a change. Hubert stares in shock for a second as the words sink in, after which he rests a hand on his glasses, mostly out of discomfort at the sudden accusation.]

What . . . what makes you say that?

[Oh lord what. Seto notices the boy just sobbing in the middle of the plaza when he comes out of a store and runs over to him with a worried look on his face]

E-Excuse me?? A-Are you okay? Please don't cry!

No! [It's half-shrieked out through gritted teeth, palms slapping the ground at his feet.] No, I'm not okay! But you wouldn't understand... you wouldn't understand what it's like to be on death's door every day. Every waking moment of your life.

[Oh but you're wrong on that] No, I do understand what that's like...trust me...

[He kneels down in front of him with a frown]

[There's nothing at all different about Mia. She always wouldn't leave someone to cry like this.]

What happened?

You wouldn't... w-wouldn't believe it if I told you. [His voice cracks midway through that sentence, the boy turning away to hiccup pathetically.]

I was attacked. [Hope's tone is quiet, somber.] I'm lucky to be alive.

Attacked? Are you hurt?

[have the kindest and gentlest hands on your shoulders ever]

[ And ironically, the one who probably cares the most about Hope in Luceti, the one who's basically his sister in everything but blood by now, mentor, partner in crime... the one who WOULD DIE FOR HIM WITHOUT A SECOND THOUGHT... is also the one whose reaction is likely the least sympathetic to his impromptu plight. There's a moment of alarm, of course, the upset over hearing him cry, but she's smart enough to know when there's an experiment going on, and as intensely whiny, moody, and dramatic as Hope can be, she's pretty sure there isn't anything that would cause him to do that unless there's also something else at play.

So she just kneels in front of him, hands on her legs, her face absolutely serious as she peers into his. ]

... Hope.

[Lightning's appearance might startle him out of crying, but it doesn't do anything to shift the overall mood that's come over him. A wrist's dragged over his eyes before Hope turns his face away with a heavy, heartfelt sigh and crosses his arms over his chest.]

What. [His tone is hard and sullen.]

—Nevermind. You wouldn't understand anyway. Nobody understands me.

[~~Cue soundtrack courtesy of Linkin Park?~~]

Oh, really.

[ The teen might consider himself lucky that Lightning's sense of humor tends to swing in a different direction than what would cause her to be actually amused by this; it's doubtful he'd take her laughing at him very well, huh? Instead she's left trying to conceal just how annoyed she is- not at him, but at whatever happens to be responsible. ]

How long have you been out here?

[This is not okay. :c Even though the kid looks like he's been sitting there and crying for a while now, Claude can't just ignore him, so he cautiously approaches him.]

Hey. Is everything okay?

[Shaking his head quickly, Hope pulls the bandanna around his neck up to shroud his face, turning away.]

J-just go away. Nothing is okay. Nothing will ever be.

[He doesn't step any closer, but he definitely isn't going away yet, either.]

Why not?

[Whoa there! Is Hope crying?

This looks like a job for super derp, as he rushes over to his friend.]

Hope? Hey, what's wrong?

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