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   At first the request is met with doubt, why would he nap when he could be out there training instead? Sleep wasn’t anything he needed either (if you were this tired, Ace, then maybe go sleep earlier instead), so really, there was nothing in it for Eight except lost time. But when Ace moved towards the birds there...there was something appealing about the invite. Eight wasn’t the hugest chocobo fan, definitely not in the way Ace and Machina adored the creatures, but who could find them anything but adorable. 

   A moment’s further hesitation, but then he’s shrugging, curiosity getting the best of him. He could spare half an hour on indulging the other. Some downtime was needed between the missions, moments where it was scarily easy to forget there was a war raging outside the borders, but Eight knew just as much anyone that focusing on nothing but battles would destroy them.

meme.

meme

   And neither does Eight — emotional compassion so far from the thing’s he has learnt that sugarcoating things is something more difficult than fighting. But he did approach him and as such he’s not willing to give up just yet, not when Machina was starting to avoid missions and them.

   The silence in the hallway was suffocating.

           “ You don’t have to like me “, was that too harsh? If it was Rem, or even Deuce, would they’ve said the same? “ But if you don’t stop avoiding your responsibilities without giving any reason, then the Commander will— “

   A pause.

   Words said out of habit, ah, right, in the last battle they announced their Commander dead.