He stands at the foot of that rise and it seems as if there's an eternity between where he is and where Zack stands. Zack. His friend, his hero, his role model. His savior. And - for far too long, his forgotten ghost, haunting around inside his head with all the other voices that had rattled there. Something about being ignored, about not being heard - it strikes him close to home and he's hit again with the emptiness of realizing he'd forgotten the man that had saved him.
He remembers now!
- but that doesn't make up for forgetting then. And it doesn't make up for living the life now that Zack should have instead. It never should have been Zack on that rise dying.
He's got the SOLDIER eyes at least. His eyesight is sharp enough to see the blood and the dead flowers and the rust on the sword. If the world was right, none of that would be there.
"Zack!" If he's supposed to leave, it's too bad. He's not going. And his pale brows come down as he starts the struggle up the incline. The blood coats his boots, slicks his gloves when he has to hitch forward to catch himself and pull himself upward. He's forgotten. He's made a mess of his future that was supposed to be something Zack could be proud of. He's failed to keep the woman he knows the man above him loves safe and his guilt is layered when it comes to green, teasing eyed Aerith. But he's not going to give up and he's not going to leave Zack alone in a world like this. If his friend doesn't want him anymore than so be it. But he'll take his stand there if the world is crumbling. He can't do much, he never could. But he can stubbornly refuse to give up.
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He remembers now!
- but that doesn't make up for forgetting then. And it doesn't make up for living the life now that Zack should have instead. It never should have been Zack on that rise dying.
He's got the SOLDIER eyes at least. His eyesight is sharp enough to see the blood and the dead flowers and the rust on the sword. If the world was right, none of that would be there.
"Zack!" If he's supposed to leave, it's too bad. He's not going. And his pale brows come down as he starts the struggle up the incline. The blood coats his boots, slicks his gloves when he has to hitch forward to catch himself and pull himself upward. He's forgotten. He's made a mess of his future that was supposed to be something Zack could be proud of. He's failed to keep the woman he knows the man above him loves safe and his guilt is layered when it comes to green, teasing eyed Aerith. But he's not going to give up and he's not going to leave Zack alone in a world like this. If his friend doesn't want him anymore than so be it. But he'll take his stand there if the world is crumbling. He can't do much, he never could. But he can stubbornly refuse to give up.