[Sniper's eyes gleamed in awe as the knight followed them, and beat his chest a couple of times, catching Sir Cadogan's eye from behind his armor.] Hear that, Cloud? We're noble comrades. [He pumped his fist into the air.] Pursuing danger and adventure without fear! Brave warriors of the castle, questing for glory, accompanied by a fat pony!

[He ducked his head when he said that and realized that he was ducking his head to dodge a fist to the head that never came. He rubbed the back of his head, still half expecting it, but continued on. That was something that had always struck him as odd--he had regaled many people with his lies already, but none of them had actually hit him.

This was a source of some disappointment to him. It wasn't as if he particularly enjoyed getting hit as he generally attempted to avoid pain, but he liked annoying people to that point. It was one of his main sources of entertainment. Still, he cocked his head to listen as Cloud told him the stories he knew.]

Well, yeah, those stories exist, but there's not much of a point in them, is there? [He shrugged.] All that stuff's just like real life. [He scuffed his shoe against the ground.] Except the healing part, I guess. In real life, people die.