[ At first, Tseng hardly realizes that the silence is stretching on and on. He is so buried in his thoughts, in the sudden and overwhelming weight upon his shoulders. Responsibility is no foreign concept to him—he has been fielding as much of it as he can grab ever since his induction into Shinra's ranks—but every minute brings them closer to Midgar, where he realizes that so much awaits him. Despite his conferences with those iterations of himself, all he's truly managed to glean is the scope of how extraordinarily hard he is going to have to work to catch up, and all of this with an impending conflict with an alien military that has literally crash-landed on their shores, and...
And then he realizes what Rufus is doing. Not speaking, not looking. He has known his president for long enough to know for a fact that everything he does is deliberate. Which means that he is serving Tseng's silence right back to him, on purpose.
That's fine. Two can play at that game. Tseng slams on the brakes, hard. ]
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And then he realizes what Rufus is doing. Not speaking, not looking. He has known his president for long enough to know for a fact that everything he does is deliberate. Which means that he is serving Tseng's silence right back to him, on purpose.
That's fine. Two can play at that game. Tseng slams on the brakes, hard. ]