[He doesn't stop the slap to his hand, but he does worry about his friend. The last moments on that cliffside come back: the rain, the sword, the vague thought that Cloud was his legacy he might have said out loud, the thought that he was giving his friend a pretty shitty burden from both him and Angeal when he was probably damaged by all the Mako they'd been exposed to, but that was really not something he was able to stop as he laid dying, bleeding out and unable to gather even enough energy to be able to use Materia.
Not that it would have mattered. He was too badly hurt for even Cure Materia to be of use.
His gloved hands hover, ready to catch Cloud if he falls or needs help.
Until he says that Zack's not alive and the former SOLDIER flinches as if he's been hit by Angeal.]
You're right. I died. In front of you. [The words are like gargling glass, but he's forcing them out anyway. He knows his fate, but he... God he didn't want to think about it so soon after somehow being alive.]
You're not okay. And I'd feel bad if something happened to you. [Again. If something happened again.]
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Not that it would have mattered. He was too badly hurt for even Cure Materia to be of use.
His gloved hands hover, ready to catch Cloud if he falls or needs help.
Until he says that Zack's not alive and the former SOLDIER flinches as if he's been hit by Angeal.]
You're right. I died. In front of you. [The words are like gargling glass, but he's forcing them out anyway. He knows his fate, but he... God he didn't want to think about it so soon after somehow being alive.]
You're not okay. And I'd feel bad if something happened to you. [Again. If something happened again.]