Here. Here, with him. Where is here? Here, where those trees are. Away from the mako, away from Hojo, away from the pain, with his hero, who holds his hand and speaks so gently. Here sounds okay, better than whatever hell this is.
Cloud wants to be here. Maybe even here with Sephiroth. Vulnerable and broken as he is now, much that he's buried deep has come to the surface- including that past dream, and how much Sephiroth meant to him before his entire world ended by his idol's hand. Emotions swirl in a roiling mess, that want clashing and fighting with feelings of hate and fear that the mercenary had grown so used to associating with the silver for the past few years. Or so he thought it was years...It never was that long, not even close. While what he sees before his eyes was real once, it is not real now. That is what makes everything start to truly unravel.
As the vision wavers again, Cloud makes a point to focus on the trees, to push his mind towards them, and away from the nightmarish loop he seems to be trapped in. He follows Sephiroth's voice, pushes just the slightest bit further...
...It all falls away. Suddenly he is in the woods, on his knees, Sephiroth seated in front of him. Cloud does not move to pull his hand away, or move much at all. Instead, he stares at Sephiroth with stunned, more lucid eyes- and a light blush on his cheeks. The absolute instant he recognizes the prickling heat, his focus moves to the ground as he looks away. There is a lot to unpack, considering how Sephiroth made good to his word, and supported him through the first step in recovering his memories.
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Cloud wants to be here. Maybe even here with Sephiroth. Vulnerable and broken as he is now, much that he's buried deep has come to the surface- including that past dream, and how much Sephiroth meant to him before his entire world ended by his idol's hand. Emotions swirl in a roiling mess, that want clashing and fighting with feelings of hate and fear that the mercenary had grown so used to associating with the silver for the past few years. Or so he thought it was years...It never was that long, not even close. While what he sees before his eyes was real once, it is not real now. That is what makes everything start to truly unravel.
As the vision wavers again, Cloud makes a point to focus on the trees, to push his mind towards them, and away from the nightmarish loop he seems to be trapped in. He follows Sephiroth's voice, pushes just the slightest bit further...
...It all falls away. Suddenly he is in the woods, on his knees, Sephiroth seated in front of him. Cloud does not move to pull his hand away, or move much at all. Instead, he stares at Sephiroth with stunned, more lucid eyes- and a light blush on his cheeks. The absolute instant he recognizes the prickling heat, his focus moves to the ground as he looks away. There is a lot to unpack, considering how Sephiroth made good to his word, and supported him through the first step in recovering his memories.
"...Yeah. I'm here. Pretty sure."