all our memories; {open}

[Zidane Tribal INACTIVE]

Zidane was leaning against the weapons shop, arms crossed as he watched people walk by. Sometimes they would toss him a curious look, most likely due to the blonde tail waving slightly behind him. He remembered the day when that was the only reason people stared at him--now they had a million other reasons.

It didn't bother Zidane so much, it was just something he had to get used to. Even though, after ten years, he'd have thought he would be by now. But something was unnerving with everyone knowing who he was. And that was the worst part--they didn't know him. They only knew the bare facts: he was dating the Queen, he had helped save Gaia from Kuja, he had a helping hand in banishing the Mist. They had no idea he was created on Gaia to help kill this world. To harvest souls. Sometimes he forgot that too, until it would dawn on him when he least expected it.

He had long ago accepted that fact. Sometimes he even went to the Black Mage Village to see the other Genomes. To see Makoto and how everyone else was doing, another of his duties he felt obligated to complete. In some way... they were his siblings, right? Seeing how much more aware they were now pleased him.

But he had come to Lindblum to see the closest thing he had to family--Tantalus. They weren't here, probably somewhere else stealing goods. Zidane had long ago left the group, and while he was certain he had an open invitation to come back, the Genome felt his life was going somewhere else. He couldn't say where, exactly, but he knew his brothers weren't a part of it. At least, not now.

The blonde shook his head and pushed himself from the wall, stretching his arms.

"Man, what's up with all this thinking? ...Must be hungry or something..."

And thus, with so much else to dwell on and recollect, Zidane's sole focus was now on finding something to eat.