Great, now Angeal is calling him predictable. Being that easy to read by a serial meddler spells bad news for the merc- there is a strong nonzero chance Angeal is not about to stop doing things like this. For whoever's sake it might be. The last person Cloud thinks of is perhaps the most likely- himself. For his sake.
Cloud Strife has no idea what he's gotten in to, having caught the eye of one SOLDIER First Class, Angeal Hewley. Perhaps it was always inevitable, given the blade on his back, and important people he's forgotten.
"And pulled a bunch of strings to make things happen. That's a lot more than just talking to me." His scowl deepens. "Your training? That some kinda challenge?" Cloud has vague memories of the whispers of how intense Angeal always was on the SOLDIERs under his tutelage. But at this point, it is a matter of pride. He can take it. Maybe even prove himself. He's a goddamn First, after all. "I can take it."
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Cloud Strife has no idea what he's gotten in to, having caught the eye of one SOLDIER First Class, Angeal Hewley. Perhaps it was always inevitable, given the blade on his back, and important people he's forgotten.
"And pulled a bunch of strings to make things happen. That's a lot more than just talking to me." His scowl deepens. "Your training? That some kinda challenge?" Cloud has vague memories of the whispers of how intense Angeal always was on the SOLDIERs under his tutelage. But at this point, it is a matter of pride. He can take it. Maybe even prove himself. He's a goddamn First, after all. "I can take it."