[ Memories are swirling through Cloud's head. They're fragmented, vague, but they're there. A dark-haired SOLDIER smiling at him. Green filling his vision. He's trapped somewhere, his lungs filling with fluids. Same dark-haired SOLDIER talks to him, but he can't respond. Then he's laying on the ground, bleeding as the rain comes down over them. ]
Za...Zack...
[ Cloud wakes slowly. His head still hurts, but not as badly as before. It's more of a dull ache. His eyes open and that is when he sees the figure leaned against the wall, and his heart feels like it jumps into his throat. Why is he here? Is he still dreaming?
He feels weak, shaky, wishing he had the sword (not your sword, his mind whispers at him), but he doesn't want to make any sudden moves with Sephiroth in the room with him. Besides, he's not even sure he could right now, with how weak he feels. ]
What... why are you here? [ He croaks out, glaring at the man. ]
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Za...Zack...
[ Cloud wakes slowly. His head still hurts, but not as badly as before. It's more of a dull ache. His eyes open and that is when he sees the figure leaned against the wall, and his heart feels like it jumps into his throat. Why is he here? Is he still dreaming?
He feels weak, shaky, wishing he had the sword (not your sword, his mind whispers at him), but he doesn't want to make any sudden moves with Sephiroth in the room with him. Besides, he's not even sure he could right now, with how weak he feels. ]
What... why are you here? [ He croaks out, glaring at the man. ]