http://noifsandsorbubs.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] noifsandsorbubs.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] damned_institute 2010-06-23 03:01 am (UTC)

Logan gave him a sharp look. 'Join' was kind of an official word - you could head the same way as somebody, or end up where they ended up; but join implied something concrete. Join was a commitment you intended to honor.

He might have said yes and left it at that, if he was sure how things would pan out the rest of the day, but he wasn't. He still hadn't talked to Tifa, and as unlikely as it was that she'd be really desperate for the pry bar, he sure as hell wasn't going to give his word now and then have to break it later. Especially since if he said he'd meet up with them, they might wait for him, and every lost second was a ruined opportunity.

"I'm gonna head down there," he said, "no question. But I got somebody to find first. There's only gonna be two of us. We'll catch up." Maybe went unspoken, but it felt just as present. He was learning that anything could happen in the halls at night, and if this guy was right, there was a possibility that there'd be nothing waiting in the basement to slow his group down.

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