[Sora's not the only one to retreat to the stasis unit after Darma addresses them. Terra makes a beeline for his friends' pods straight away.
Once he's reached them and determined they're still safe, though, he finds he's just too on edge to sit and visit with them like he usually does. Mumbling apologies and promises to return later to the both of them, he turns away, picks a random direction, and heads off.
He'll just... walk around for a while. He probably just needs some time and some quiet to calm his frayed nerves.
He limits his absent wandering to the stasis unit. It's been eleven months now since he first woke up on the Station, but it's still a little astonishing -- and, frankly, disconcerting -- to see all the thousands of occupied pods lined up. So many worlds fallen. So many hearts damaged and now trapped in an unusual slumber. In a vulnerable state.
One sleeping figure in particular catches his eye as he passes by. He stops for a moment, one hand reaching up to brush his disheveled (and now too-long) bangs out of his face so he can see better. He considers the stranger for a long moment then looks straight ahead again and walks on.
A short while later, there's the young wielder, sitting in front of another pod. Still awake. (Still alive.) Terra hesitates briefly then pushes himself on toward Sora, coming to the teenager's side. His gaze falls to the flowers Sora's placing here and there.
Without much thinking about it, Terra lightly rests his hand on top Sora's head. Not quite a ruffle but close.]
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Once he's reached them and determined they're still safe, though, he finds he's just too on edge to sit and visit with them like he usually does. Mumbling apologies and promises to return later to the both of them, he turns away, picks a random direction, and heads off.
He'll just... walk around for a while. He probably just needs some time and some quiet to calm his frayed nerves.
He limits his absent wandering to the stasis unit. It's been eleven months now since he first woke up on the Station, but it's still a little astonishing -- and, frankly, disconcerting -- to see all the thousands of occupied pods lined up. So many worlds fallen. So many hearts damaged and now trapped in an unusual slumber. In a vulnerable state.
One sleeping figure in particular catches his eye as he passes by. He stops for a moment, one hand reaching up to brush his disheveled (and now too-long) bangs out of his face so he can see better. He considers the stranger for a long moment then looks straight ahead again and walks on.
A short while later, there's the young wielder, sitting in front of another pod. Still awake. (Still alive.) Terra hesitates briefly then pushes himself on toward Sora, coming to the teenager's side. His gaze falls to the flowers Sora's placing here and there.
Without much thinking about it, Terra lightly rests his hand on top Sora's head. Not quite a ruffle but close.]