It's like a mental hand grabs hold of Cloud's memories and yanks them to the surface. He winces -not from pain, just from the shock of it- and lifts a hand to his forehead, staring wide-eyed at the ex-SOLDIER.
scratches in curved glass walls
"We're friends, right?"
He mouths Zack's name and absently rubs his forehead.]
yeah i know /preens
It's like a mental hand grabs hold of Cloud's memories and yanks them to the surface. He winces -not from pain, just from the shock of it- and lifts a hand to his forehead, staring wide-eyed at the ex-SOLDIER.
scratches in curved glass walls
"We're friends, right?"
He mouths Zack's name and absently rubs his forehead.]
You're...that SOLDIER...