[Staring. Except that she was, just not for the reason that he thought.
But she doesn't have time to even finish because he's lifting his mask and revealing his face, and everything hits her all at once. She knew the green had looked so familiar, but she couldn't be sure. No, she didn't want to be sure. She spent all that time trying to convince herself that what she was seeing was not what she thought it was. That it wasn't the green ring of mako, the telltale sign of a SOLDIER. But he's right—they are unique. So unique that Tifa could easily pick them out in a crowd...
So unique that it makes the scar on her chest suddenly feel like it's on fire, and like she's back on that cold metal grate inside the reactor. It's a memory that she's long since locked away, pieces forgotten, but even those quickly begin to fall into place. He was there... that night.
"Hate you... Shinra... SOLDIER... and you... I hate you all!"
She trips again, stepping right on his foot this time, and she has a little more trouble finding her balance this time, but before she can stop it, his name falls from her lips...]
Zack?
[He had said it already before, but there's a distinct note of recognition in her voice now. She really is staring, though it's not in awe of the mako in his eyes, but it's with fear and confusion as she clings awkwardly to him to save herself from falling.
And he might feel a sharp, quick zap of electricity against the back of his neck. One that comes from somewhere else in the ballroom as watchful eyes stare on...]
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[Staring. Except that she was, just not for the reason that he thought.
But she doesn't have time to even finish because he's lifting his mask and revealing his face, and everything hits her all at once. She knew the green had looked so familiar, but she couldn't be sure. No, she didn't want to be sure. She spent all that time trying to convince herself that what she was seeing was not what she thought it was. That it wasn't the green ring of mako, the telltale sign of a SOLDIER. But he's right—they are unique. So unique that Tifa could easily pick them out in a crowd...
So unique that it makes the scar on her chest suddenly feel like it's on fire, and like she's back on that cold metal grate inside the reactor. It's a memory that she's long since locked away, pieces forgotten, but even those quickly begin to fall into place. He was there... that night.
"Hate you... Shinra... SOLDIER... and you... I hate you all!"
She trips again, stepping right on his foot this time, and she has a little more trouble finding her balance this time, but before she can stop it, his name falls from her lips...]
Zack?
[He had said it already before, but there's a distinct note of recognition in her voice now. She really is staring, though it's not in awe of the mako in his eyes, but it's with fear and confusion as she clings awkwardly to him to save herself from falling.
And he might feel a sharp, quick zap of electricity against the back of his neck. One that comes from somewhere else in the ballroom as watchful eyes stare on...]
You're that SOLDIER...