Being lifted is what jerks him back into focus. Subtle confusion setting in as this is not what he expected. He did not wish for anyone to take pity on him, not even Cloud. Especially not Cloud. He just --
It's not as though he can fight against this either. Waves wash over him mixing pain with anger, and other emotions he cannot fully comprehend. He doesn't want to comprehend. He barely remembers what it's like to be human, yet ever since his confrontation with Zack small things have crept in. He blames having an actual body back is why he faltered. Why he let himself be distracted as Zack went on with his theatrics trying to get him to remember moments together of his past. For Tseng even getting off that first shot.
None of this should have happened. All these ideas floating in his head contract each other. It was so simple before. His hate drove him at Cloud, even though he had a plan for the planet ... use it as a vessel ... it was still all about Cloud. But now he can't even hold onto that bitter hate that's felt comfort in surrounding himself. Where does he stand anymore? With anything?
"Why are you doing this?" He asks, unsure if he's asking himself or the blonde carrying him through the door.
Willing his eyes open, his gaze shifts over to the mostly blue hues coated with mako influence. What answer he's searching for as he looks? He doesn't know.
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It's not as though he can fight against this either. Waves wash over him mixing pain with anger, and other emotions he cannot fully comprehend. He doesn't want to comprehend. He barely remembers what it's like to be human, yet ever since his confrontation with Zack small things have crept in. He blames having an actual body back is why he faltered. Why he let himself be distracted as Zack went on with his theatrics trying to get him to remember moments together of his past. For Tseng even getting off that first shot.
None of this should have happened. All these ideas floating in his head contract each other. It was so simple before. His hate drove him at Cloud, even though he had a plan for the planet ... use it as a vessel ... it was still all about Cloud. But now he can't even hold onto that bitter hate that's felt comfort in surrounding himself. Where does he stand anymore? With anything?
"Why are you doing this?" He asks, unsure if he's asking himself or the blonde carrying him through the door.
Willing his eyes open, his gaze shifts over to the mostly blue hues coated with mako influence. What answer he's searching for as he looks? He doesn't know.