[ zack lets his eyes close, then blinks them open again to find cloud's face enter his periphery again. tired, weak, bleeding out, all he can do is smile weakly, just a curl of the side of his mouth that isn't slammed down in the mud. his gloved fingers lift weakly to touch his cheek and all but slide off, back down to the ground. he's never seen his eyes look so bright, not since they got out. ]
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You're gonna be okay. That's... not a lie.