( Something about hearing Zack's name out in the open like that, so casual, causes him to tense right back up, and his fingers clench tight at his sides, the slightest tick to his jaw. It's such a simple question, an obvious statement of fact, but even after everything, Cloud still has trouble letting go of his guilt. If he'd done something more, would that have made a difference? Would Zack have lived? A blink, and he shakes his head. )
Yeah. ( A really bad friend, but still his friend. He swallows around the lump in his throat. ) It's been a while.
( Like that would explain the obvious shift in his demeanor, in his eyes and in his face. He knows he must look older now—at least a little. Time's always been a bit washy for him ever since that escape from the mansion, and it clearly dredges up too much for him to deal with right now. Maybe dealing with this outbreak here would be a good distraction from all that, but first, he'd have to convince Angeal to work with him. )
I don't think they're telling us everything. It doesn't add up.
( Whether or not he's referring to this mission or their entire reason for being there isn't clear, and he means to keep it that way. )
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Yeah. ( A really bad friend, but still his friend. He swallows around the lump in his throat. ) It's been a while.
( Like that would explain the obvious shift in his demeanor, in his eyes and in his face. He knows he must look older now—at least a little. Time's always been a bit washy for him ever since that escape from the mansion, and it clearly dredges up too much for him to deal with right now. Maybe dealing with this outbreak here would be a good distraction from all that, but first, he'd have to convince Angeal to work with him. )
I don't think they're telling us everything. It doesn't add up.
( Whether or not he's referring to this mission or their entire reason for being there isn't clear, and he means to keep it that way. )