[While Seymour is no giant, he does tower above most. He gazes down at the people before him with a passive gaze devoid of any emotion as he passes through the crowd. Many are quick to step out of his path all except for one brunette who stares at him with something akin to fear in her eyes. She is familiar to Seymour, a familiar face that's been eternally etched within his memories.
For a moment, Seymour is actually clueless of the girl's origins. While she looks familiar to him, Seymour can't seem to place her anywhere. The spikeyness of her hair and oddity of her skimpy clothing throws him off a bit. However, it's the girl's bicolored eyes and familiar lips that alerts him of her identity.]
...Yuna. [His voice is quiet but tense. Death hasn't changed him.] My beloved wife.
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For a moment, Seymour is actually clueless of the girl's origins. While she looks familiar to him, Seymour can't seem to place her anywhere. The spikeyness of her hair and oddity of her skimpy clothing throws him off a bit. However, it's the girl's bicolored eyes and familiar lips that alerts him of her identity.]
...Yuna. [His voice is quiet but tense. Death hasn't changed him.] My beloved wife.
[His lips curl into a smirk.]