[darkness envelopes him, the raging flare of pain he had succumbed to removed from his current perception of the world. thrown into oblivion to escape what ails him is enough for a disconnect—and cloud, unawares of what happens in the physical world, is pliable to rest on the ground. an absurdly vulnerable position to be in, were the sephiroth that looms over him of a different time.]
[it doesn't last long, though—it's not meant to—and though the minutes may tick by slowly, cloud's awareness of the world slowly returns unto his senses. his hands grip onto the grass under them, and he blinks, a paused reaction as he tries sitting up, deterred only by the sword strapped to his back.]
[there's a wince and a dull ache that echoes within him, and although not entirely aware (yet), he does try to push sephiroth off of him, a weak shove his retaliation.]
Ex-SOLDIER.
[it's almost an automatic response at this point.]
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[it doesn't last long, though—it's not meant to—and though the minutes may tick by slowly, cloud's awareness of the world slowly returns unto his senses. his hands grip onto the grass under them, and he blinks, a paused reaction as he tries sitting up, deterred only by the sword strapped to his back.]
[there's a wince and a dull ache that echoes within him, and although not entirely aware (yet), he does try to push sephiroth off of him, a weak shove his retaliation.]
Ex-SOLDIER.
[it's almost an automatic response at this point.]