Lockon...? Alive? And here of all places? This had— this had to be some sort of... no. Feldt was the last person who would joke about something of this magnitude.
He lifts a hand to his face, obscuring his eyes.
Lockon. Allelujah. Veda. His mind is racing, straining under the crushing weight of this torrent of newfound information, struggling to formulate some sort of reaction other than stunned silence.
How should he react?
"... I see." He answers hollowly after a long moment.
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Lockon...? Alive? And here of all places? This had— this had to be some sort of... no. Feldt was the last person who would joke about something of this magnitude.
He lifts a hand to his face, obscuring his eyes.
Lockon. Allelujah. Veda. His mind is racing, straining under the crushing weight of this torrent of newfound information, struggling to formulate some sort of reaction other than stunned silence.
How should he react?
"... I see." He answers hollowly after a long moment.