[It's okay. Said sixteen year-old boy has almost died plenty of times! Comes with being a self-sacrificing hero. Anyway, he'll follow Faust.]
Well, we'll do our best until then. And I guess gather up more stories for that. [He might help out with that actually. Probably save up his stories for things like that first before he does something for the theatre.
Zidane sits down as Faust instructs.] Well, they don't hurt enough for me not to be up and about. And they hurt less than before but they're still sore....[And then something occurs to him.]....Hang on. I never said there were any on my torso?
[How would this guy know that? Did he just randomly guess? No, that's silly. So when....?
....
Hmmm...it is possible that Faust was at that fight with the clown box, although Zidane didn't see him. It be that he swapped bodies with someone. And that someone may or may not be....]
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Well, we'll do our best until then. And I guess gather up more stories for that. [He might help out with that actually. Probably save up his stories for things like that first before he does something for the theatre.
Zidane sits down as Faust instructs.] Well, they don't hurt enough for me not to be up and about. And they hurt less than before but they're still sore....[And then something occurs to him.]....Hang on. I never said there were any on my torso?
[How would this guy know that? Did he just randomly guess? No, that's silly. So when....?
....
Hmmm...it is possible that Faust was at that fight with the clown box, although Zidane didn't see him. It be that he swapped bodies with someone. And that someone may or may not be....]