[It was rare for Clive to find someone who would watch him so intently when he spoke. Yes, people usually listened when he talked, but this was different. The weight of Verso's gaze was heavy, but not unpleasant. This was someone who was listening to him for him. As Clive, the man, not the leader, or Cid the Outlaw, or Mythos, but Clive.]

I often wonder what it must have been like to know him. There is so much about the man himself that we don't know.

[Clive chuckles.]

I see that you are aiming to be a very dedicated student.

[Clive playfully tweaks Verso's ear.]

I'll have to work hard to live up to my student's expectations.

[It's Clive's turn to give Verso his undivided attention. Once the other man starts speaking, Clive pauses in his ministrations and watches, searching Verso's face as he shares something that Clive is getting the feeling might difficult for him to talk about. He almost asks Verso about how long he has been alive, but thinks better of it just in time for that little comment about being bisected.]

Fun?

[A startled laugh escapes Clive's lips.]

You have an interesting definition of fun, Verso. I can't say I would enjoy seeing you hurt like that.