Nothing has ever been all that simple for Cloud, but now, things just keep getting stranger and stranger.
After delving deep into the Fae woods and being fetched out by various concerned parties that happen to include SOLDIER Firsts Angeal and Genesis, Cloud has a lot on his mind. Including what he figures are bits more of his own memories. Very, very concerning memories, which comprise of a small move forward in what must be his own timeline. Ones of the Gongaga reactor.
It's infuriating, really. Instead of giving him any level of answers, it only makes the endless pile of questions he has (that apparently cannot all yet be answered for his own safety) stack higher. On his trudge back to the noisy, aggravating festivities, Cloud is left to wonder just what to do with said memories. The answer that nags at him the entire way is absolutely asinine at first pass.
Go speak with Sephiroth.
It logically ought to be sound. Sephiroth actively offered to help with whatever the hell is ailing Cloud's mind. His knowing about this development in the situation should help them both. But even so, the idea of the silver-haired man of all people being someone he can go to for anything but a fight still kicks up a confused tempest in Cloud's very core. At the very least he has the time to consider and fight his way through it with how long the walk is. Once the sound of banjos and excited voices reaches his ears, the merc squares up his shoulders and approaches with purpose; he's made his choice. Mako eyes dart about the festival space, and he tries to feel out if that strange, faint pulling kicks up while exploring each corner. Sephiroth should be rather easy to find in a crowd. Probably.
Where do the Questions end and True Answers Begin? (Sephiroth)
After delving deep into the Fae woods and being fetched out by various concerned parties that happen to include SOLDIER Firsts Angeal and Genesis, Cloud has a lot on his mind. Including what he figures are bits more of his own memories. Very, very concerning memories, which comprise of a small move forward in what must be his own timeline. Ones of the Gongaga reactor.
It's infuriating, really. Instead of giving him any level of answers, it only makes the endless pile of questions he has (that apparently cannot all yet be answered for his own safety) stack higher. On his trudge back to the noisy, aggravating festivities, Cloud is left to wonder just what to do with said memories. The answer that nags at him the entire way is absolutely asinine at first pass.
Go speak with Sephiroth.
It logically ought to be sound. Sephiroth actively offered to help with whatever the hell is ailing Cloud's mind. His knowing about this development in the situation should help them both. But even so, the idea of the silver-haired man of all people being someone he can go to for anything but a fight still kicks up a confused tempest in Cloud's very core. At the very least he has the time to consider and fight his way through it with how long the walk is. Once the sound of banjos and excited voices reaches his ears, the merc squares up his shoulders and approaches with purpose; he's made his choice. Mako eyes dart about the festival space, and he tries to feel out if that strange, faint pulling kicks up while exploring each corner. Sephiroth should be rather easy to find in a crowd. Probably.