... that's right. his name is cloud. cloud strife. the pain that lances through his skull is unfamiliar and unwelcome, sharp and stinging and bringing with it a terrible sense of clarity. the blonde squeezes his eyes shut and tilts his head, muffling a groggy groan into the pillow.
the voice is familiar, but only distantly. one he'd heard on television or during a ceremony, far removed from the every day drudgery that had been... had been.. ]
Where...? [ is zack? am i? he isn't sure what he's asking, he hasn't fully formed the question before it's slipping through grit teeth. ]
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... that's right. his name is cloud. cloud strife. the pain that lances through his skull is unfamiliar and unwelcome, sharp and stinging and bringing with it a terrible sense of clarity. the blonde squeezes his eyes shut and tilts his head, muffling a groggy groan into the pillow.
the voice is familiar, but only distantly. one he'd heard on television or during a ceremony, far removed from the every day drudgery that had been... had been.. ]
Where...? [ is zack? am i? he isn't sure what he's asking, he hasn't fully formed the question before it's slipping through grit teeth. ]