And a wing is enough to wrap around Cloud, aiming to keep the other suspended in the air while the SOLDIER finally turns around slowly, lifeless eyes now turned towards his friend and locking onto blues. But there's a sadness there, and concern for the one who'd forgotten him so long ago.
Time be damned, he wants him to remember.
Cloud is Cloud. Not a former First Class. Not someone he wasn't.
The words threaten to come forward, bloodied mouth opening in speech but more blood simply gushes forward. It stains his shirt, riddled with bullet holes and dead flesh. It's the most amount of color on a face completely devoid of the pallor of life. Even though he doesn't verbally speak, the words come through to his friend anyway.
His frown deepens, his hands coming up to rest against the other's shoulders firmly.
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And a wing is enough to wrap around Cloud, aiming to keep the other suspended in the air while the SOLDIER finally turns around slowly, lifeless eyes now turned towards his friend and locking onto blues. But there's a sadness there, and concern for the one who'd forgotten him so long ago.
Time be damned, he wants him to remember.
Cloud is Cloud. Not a former First Class. Not someone he wasn't.
The words threaten to come forward, bloodied mouth opening in speech but more blood simply gushes forward. It stains his shirt, riddled with bullet holes and dead flesh. It's the most amount of color on a face completely devoid of the pallor of life. Even though he doesn't verbally speak, the words come through to his friend anyway.
His frown deepens, his hands coming up to rest against the other's shoulders firmly.