Very few people could crack into the real Cloud like this.
And even in his time at ShinRa, Zack knew he was one of the few his friend could really talk to. So that's why he doesn't pull away, or tell the other man to leave. Instead, he closes his eyes, burying his forehead into Cloud's shoulder, then wrapping both wings around the other's form.
"I don't have to." He says quietly, a sense of normalcy beginning to return to an otherwise distorted and broken voice.
He sounds more like he did, like he used to, when he still had physical vocal cords to exercise. "The Planet thrives off the memories, the feelings of those it creates. As long as you think about me every now and then, as long as I'm not gone, then... you'll never be rid of me."
Pulling away slightly, his hands move to hold the other man by his shoulders, looking directly into his eyes.
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And even in his time at ShinRa, Zack knew he was one of the few his friend could really talk to. So that's why he doesn't pull away, or tell the other man to leave. Instead, he closes his eyes, burying his forehead into Cloud's shoulder, then wrapping both wings around the other's form.
"I don't have to." He says quietly, a sense of normalcy beginning to return to an otherwise distorted and broken voice.
He sounds more like he did, like he used to, when he still had physical vocal cords to exercise. "The Planet thrives off the memories, the feelings of those it creates. As long as you think about me every now and then, as long as I'm not gone, then... you'll never be rid of me."
Pulling away slightly, his hands move to hold the other man by his shoulders, looking directly into his eyes.
"Can you do that for me, Cloud?"