Albert raised a brow at Caesar's dismissal, but did not comment as the other shut his eyes. He imagined there was a reason for it, but it did not really occur to him that Caesar was seriously concerned about him.
Like his younger brother, Albert had set aside his emotions for the sake of his profession. A strategist was required to observe without passing judgment and to think logically throughout plans and campaigns; there was no room for hesitation when he had to keep track of so many variables on the battlefield.
At some point early in his life, he had adopted that mindset so completely that he lost sight of those immediately around him. He chased after his grandfather's shadow while claiming he simply believed in his ideals; the fame, prestige, and abilities Leon commanded appealed to him greatly, and it took him years to even acknowledge that fact.
He finished the cup of soup and set it on the bedside table, his eyes falling on the chunk of soft bread he had also received. He could probably do without it, but the sooner his stomach began accepting solider food, the sooner he could begin adjusting his diet.
"Do you have blankets to spare?" he inquired in turn, not looking at his brother as he tore the bread into smaller pieces.
[ooc: I don't have a problem with that at all. :o My AIM SN is Untold Ideas. What timezone are you in? That'd help with our scheduling.]
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Like his younger brother, Albert had set aside his emotions for the sake of his profession. A strategist was required to observe without passing judgment and to think logically throughout plans and campaigns; there was no room for hesitation when he had to keep track of so many variables on the battlefield.
At some point early in his life, he had adopted that mindset so completely that he lost sight of those immediately around him. He chased after his grandfather's shadow while claiming he simply believed in his ideals; the fame, prestige, and abilities Leon commanded appealed to him greatly, and it took him years to even acknowledge that fact.
He finished the cup of soup and set it on the bedside table, his eyes falling on the chunk of soft bread he had also received. He could probably do without it, but the sooner his stomach began accepting solider food, the sooner he could begin adjusting his diet.
"Do you have blankets to spare?" he inquired in turn, not looking at his brother as he tore the bread into smaller pieces.
[ooc: I don't have a problem with that at all. :o My AIM SN is Untold Ideas. What timezone are you in? That'd help with our scheduling.]