[ There's nothing to say to that; he's done his part to warn her away, and at his age (and size, and nonexistent strength), he knows he can't do much more. Turning his single piece of materia over in his hands, Cloud puts his focus instead back toward the path ahead of him.
As they round the first narrow bend, the way begins to thin, steepening drastically on the side not shortened by the sheer slope of the mountain. Going up at a nearly ninety degree angle, there's no climbing in that direction, either. They're walking on the edge of a cliff, and it's kind of a miracle he doesn't trip over his own feet, still.
But the only signs of life other than theirs have been passing, so far - the scattering of dirt that rolls down from higher altitudes as they pass, kicked up by something unseen. The shadow of a beast that only barely resembles a bird coasting smoothly along an updraft, distorted by the looming cap of dark grey fog above. Maybe it's because he's traveling with a party, now. ]
...Why did you come here, anyway?
[ Here, on the mountain or here, as in Nibelheim - he doesn't stop to clarify. ]
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As they round the first narrow bend, the way begins to thin, steepening drastically on the side not shortened by the sheer slope of the mountain. Going up at a nearly ninety degree angle, there's no climbing in that direction, either. They're walking on the edge of a cliff, and it's kind of a miracle he doesn't trip over his own feet, still.
But the only signs of life other than theirs have been passing, so far - the scattering of dirt that rolls down from higher altitudes as they pass, kicked up by something unseen. The shadow of a beast that only barely resembles a bird coasting smoothly along an updraft, distorted by the looming cap of dark grey fog above. Maybe it's because he's traveling with a party, now. ]
...Why did you come here, anyway?
[ Here, on the mountain or here, as in Nibelheim - he doesn't stop to clarify. ]