Some part of Guy Cecil is surprised he's still here. A larger part is surprised at how calm he feels now that he finds himself, in fact, still here.
He knows, logically, that he's about to undergo a search for someone to share all his secrets, thoughts and feelings. That alone should have him storming right back to Telluride after years of miserably doing his best to shutter every damn category. Yet here he was, on the other side of the world, enrolling after his idiotic best friend had told him he was running away to atone in a Jaeger, and then actually followed through with it. After mere days in a strangely quiet house, like some kind of idiot who doesn't feel the need to spend any time or deep thought on life decisions, Guy followed him. Without so much as a packed bag.
How long had he been expected to come here? How long had he absolutely not wanted to do this? And that was what it took?
He smiles to himself, wry. He looks for all the world relaxed and approachable in a room full of nerves, though kindness doesn't reach his eyes. Hearing his name called helps even more. He wasn't used to it yet, and it felt like he was assuming a new identity entirely - why not make it one that could make a change in the world? He'd find someone who worked. It wasn't as if he was the only one who would have rubble and blood in the Drift, anyway.
"Nice to meet you," he says, finally focusing on his interview partner.
Guy Cecil | Tales of the Abyss
Some part of Guy Cecil is surprised he's still here. A larger part is surprised at how calm he feels now that he finds himself, in fact, still here.
He knows, logically, that he's about to undergo a search for someone to share all his secrets, thoughts and feelings. That alone should have him storming right back to Telluride after years of miserably doing his best to shutter every damn category. Yet here he was, on the other side of the world, enrolling after his idiotic best friend had told him he was running away to atone in a Jaeger, and then actually followed through with it. After mere days in a strangely quiet house, like some kind of idiot who doesn't feel the need to spend any time or deep thought on life decisions, Guy followed him. Without so much as a packed bag.
How long had he been expected to come here? How long had he absolutely not wanted to do this? And that was what it took?
He smiles to himself, wry. He looks for all the world relaxed and approachable in a room full of nerves, though kindness doesn't reach his eyes. Hearing his name called helps even more. He wasn't used to it yet, and it felt like he was assuming a new identity entirely - why not make it one that could make a change in the world? He'd find someone who worked. It wasn't as if he was the only one who would have rubble and blood in the Drift, anyway.
"Nice to meet you," he says, finally focusing on his interview partner.