Being stranded in the undersea tunnel would be enough to turn anyone claustrophobic, not to mention make them adverse to train travel. An unfortunate phobia given the railways that connected everyone. He purses his lips with a nod, acknowledging but not going so far as to offer sympathy. He's changed over the course of the war, but not so much that he's gotten any better at commiserating.
The papers on the desk are given a glance as he considers Nida's words, knuckles pressed down into the wood with a sigh. Most days Squall misses the ease that came from taking orders, but he squares back his shoulders to look a little more sure of himself. There was no time for self-pity or second guessing himself. Time wasn't going to wait for him. It never has. So he nods in quiet gratitude. "Then I better go handle it." They exchange salutes one more time. More out of habit than any real need for formality. "Thank you, SeeD Nida. We'll be in touch. Until then...enjoy your vacation."
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on 2024-11-11 07:47 am (UTC)The papers on the desk are given a glance as he considers Nida's words, knuckles pressed down into the wood with a sigh. Most days Squall misses the ease that came from taking orders, but he squares back his shoulders to look a little more sure of himself. There was no time for self-pity or second guessing himself. Time wasn't going to wait for him. It never has. So he nods in quiet gratitude. "Then I better go handle it." They exchange salutes one more time. More out of habit than any real need for formality. "Thank you, SeeD Nida. We'll be in touch. Until then...enjoy your vacation."