[ His head feels like it's going to split in two. Visions assault him, visions of the horrible things Sephiroth describes coming true. Aerith, dead in his arms, the guilt he's talking about already eating at him for something that has yet to happen. Only now it's amplified by his returning memories. Those of Zack, of how he died protecting him.
He can't stand it any longer. He needs Sephiroth to go away. He can't handle the man's presence. He stands from the bed and with surprising strength considering his emotionally volatile and vulnerable state, he presses his hands to the man's solid chest and tries to shove him away. ]
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[ His head feels like it's going to split in two. Visions assault him, visions of the horrible things Sephiroth describes coming true. Aerith, dead in his arms, the guilt he's talking about already eating at him for something that has yet to happen. Only now it's amplified by his returning memories. Those of Zack, of how he died protecting him.
He can't stand it any longer. He needs Sephiroth to go away. He can't handle the man's presence. He stands from the bed and with surprising strength considering his emotionally volatile and vulnerable state, he presses his hands to the man's solid chest and tries to shove him away. ]
Get the fuck out and leave me alone!