[it's the smart and logical question. Unfortunately - Cloud can't answer it. It only calls up the need inside him, not any reason for that need to have been planted there and he raises a hand to rub it against the back of his head, only to have himself flinching, his hand coming away blood coated.
A blow to the back of the head? Did that explain why he couldn't remember... so much?
But then why did it feel as if there was nothing to remember in the first place...?
A shoulder moves, a vague rise and fall and somewhere distant but still too close there's the echo of voices. He doesn't even know enough to lie. He just knows what his drive is. There's still a flicker of vulnerability in his fire reflective eyes as he admits:]
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A blow to the back of the head? Did that explain why he couldn't remember... so much?
But then why did it feel as if there was nothing to remember in the first place...?
A shoulder moves, a vague rise and fall and somewhere distant but still too close there's the echo of voices. He doesn't even know enough to lie. He just knows what his drive is. There's still a flicker of vulnerability in his fire reflective eyes as he admits:]
I don't know.