[ Joshua can't help the smile that immediately spreads across his lips and let's out a soft breath as he chuckles lightly into the hand he'd brought up to his lips. Then he lifts his head to look back at Jill ]
I would like to believe the same. Clive has always been quite enamored with his stories, and it would go some way as to explain why when it is believed that children are the only ones to understand them. [ A beat ] And... it would be a relief to know that some things have not changed. [ There's a pinch of sadness in his words, thinking of all the things Clive's had taken from him after Phoenix Gate, but more than that, it spreads a warmth through his chest at the thought that, despite everything, some things still remain, that not everything was taken from him.
And it reminds him of memories of when they were children, of when Joshua would sneak into his room before bed on nights he'd have trouble sleeping due to his illnesses or whenever he'd feel lonely, and how Clive would read him one of the many books he'd kept in his room, stories of brave heroes, of daring adventures. Even reenacting them for him as if they were a play, sometimes even Joshua and their Uncle Byron (whenever he'd come to visit) joining in, taking on their own roles.
There are certainly other theories and explanations as to why Clive can understand him, but Joshua also finds himself partial to this one. ]
Of course. [ There's a soft chuckle in his voice ] Perhaps I will ask Clive when we return from Tabor. And even if we are unable to discern exactly why Clive can understand him, there is still much I would like to yet ask.
[ He gives the moogle a brighter smile this time. There's no way Joshua would pass up the opportunity to get to talk to a moogle and learn more about them firsthand. ]
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Date: 2023-12-24 02:40 pm (UTC)I would like to believe the same. Clive has always been quite enamored with his stories, and it would go some way as to explain why when it is believed that children are the only ones to understand them. [ A beat ] And... it would be a relief to know that some things have not changed. [ There's a pinch of sadness in his words, thinking of all the things Clive's had taken from him after Phoenix Gate, but more than that, it spreads a warmth through his chest at the thought that, despite everything, some things still remain, that not everything was taken from him.
And it reminds him of memories of when they were children, of when Joshua would sneak into his room before bed on nights he'd have trouble sleeping due to his illnesses or whenever he'd feel lonely, and how Clive would read him one of the many books he'd kept in his room, stories of brave heroes, of daring adventures. Even reenacting them for him as if they were a play, sometimes even Joshua and their Uncle Byron (whenever he'd come to visit) joining in, taking on their own roles.
There are certainly other theories and explanations as to why Clive can understand him, but Joshua also finds himself partial to this one. ]
Of course. [ There's a soft chuckle in his voice ] Perhaps I will ask Clive when we return from Tabor. And even if we are unable to discern exactly why Clive can understand him, there is still much I would like to yet ask.
[ He gives the moogle a brighter smile this time. There's no way Joshua would pass up the opportunity to get to talk to a moogle and learn more about them firsthand. ]