[Synchronization wars with discontent and a mind wanting to recede into itself. The spike of dizzying elation tries to wash it all away, and when Cloud steps back, he feels deprived of it. Aware.
Familiarity beckons him, instead; fight, and become a weapon again, do what he was trained for, feel purpose return, despite the talk of Jenova threatening to assail it later.
Silent, he reaches down the retrieve Masamune. His demeanor tries to put itself back into straight lines and hard edges, though it is as if something still remains askew.]
Fighting you won’t change what you’ve told me.
[His grip tightens faintly around the sword hilt. There are no answers to be carved out of Cloud. Now he wishes Hojo existed in this place, only so he could press the point of steel close to his carotid and demand he spill answers, if not blood.]
no subject
Familiarity beckons him, instead; fight, and become a weapon again, do what he was trained for, feel purpose return, despite the talk of Jenova threatening to assail it later.
Silent, he reaches down the retrieve Masamune. His demeanor tries to put itself back into straight lines and hard edges, though it is as if something still remains askew.]
Fighting you won’t change what you’ve told me.
[His grip tightens faintly around the sword hilt. There are no answers to be carved out of Cloud. Now he wishes Hojo existed in this place, only so he could press the point of steel close to his carotid and demand he spill answers, if not blood.]