001 || dream a dream of me.

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[Some dreams have some fluidity. They remain constant, with an overlaying theme - much like a storybook of the consciousness. Others can be sporadic, having no meaning, and easily shifting from one thing to the next. They can be serious, or strange. They can be hopeful, or heartbreaking.

Or... they could be Zack's dreams.

As it is, a deep, dark violet night sky floods the area. You might see quite a bit of snow, as if walking up a steep mountain, with the ice wind blowing through your hair. And right at the cliff's edge stands a man wielding a long, sturdy sword, resting safely upon his back. The weight doesn't seem to bother him in the least - if anything, he's accustomed to it by now, both hands on his hips as glowing, bright blue eyes stare off to the distance.

What could be he thinking about?]

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[Force of habit, especially with the ladies. But it doesn't bother him none, and he just keeps on smiling.]

Will do, then! Just thought you'd like bein' treated with some respect, is all. [Hands on his hips, he leaaans in close.] No excuses - after bein' out here all this time, Minerva knows you deserve a break, yeah?

[With that, they keep walking. His pace is slowed to match hers, just to keep her from falling too far behind. Not that it was her fault in the least - Zack was just used to this terrain.]

We're actually doin' something pretty delicate out here. There's a rebel group that's been going around, hurtin' a lot of people and making things difficult for everyone. I think we might've finally located their homebase here on the mountain.