[it's so ridiculously Zack. Every move, every shift in his voice - little things he'd forgotten over the years that are so obvious to his memory now. It's - there's no way this is real. And yet - it's Zack. As if he'd never died, never given up his life for what Cloud could only assume had been a pretty disappointing follow through since then.
The guilt hits hard but the sheer shock he's still in is enough to mute it. It takes second place to the fact that there's a dead man standing in front of him.
A dead man that's expecting an answer from the worried look Zack is starting to give him.
It pulls Cloud a bit back to himself and he shakes his head again, a slow move, as if it would clear voices that aren't there anymore out of his head. He doesn't want to worry his friend.]
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The guilt hits hard but the sheer shock he's still in is enough to mute it. It takes second place to the fact that there's a dead man standing in front of him.
A dead man that's expecting an answer from the worried look Zack is starting to give him.
It pulls Cloud a bit back to himself and he shakes his head again, a slow move, as if it would clear voices that aren't there anymore out of his head. He doesn't want to worry his friend.]
I - Zack. What are you doing here?