[Cloud don't even see the man named Zack approach him, instead feeling him at his side, both his hands gripping tightly onto his shoulders. For a moment the headache seems to subside, and their eyes met. He sees it once more, that mix of green in his eyes, that telltale sign of mako exposure.
It hadn't been the first time he'd seen it before. Many other SOLDIERs had been the same, regardless of rank. Seeing them was something that he had grown accustomed to over the years that he worked under Shinra's thumb. And yet still, there was something about his eyes that told him differently. That it wasn't just any other SOLDIER's eyes.
Tentatively, his hand moves to grip Zack's wrist. Cloud opens his mouth once more, trying to find the words, but comes out empty. Instead, he tries again:]
Zack—?
[The name leaves his lips once more and in an instant, another jolt of pain shoots through him, the sides of his head throbbing as the thrumming in his ears grows louder and louder. Why isn't this one leaving him be like the others in the past have?
But deep down he knows that he knows this man somehow. The name is familiar on his lips but foreign in his mind. Had he simply forgotten somehow?
Though his grip on Zack's wrist tightens and the corners of his eyes wince in from the pain, he fights it through it this time around, shaking it off to ask:]
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It hadn't been the first time he'd seen it before. Many other SOLDIERs had been the same, regardless of rank. Seeing them was something that he had grown accustomed to over the years that he worked under Shinra's thumb. And yet still, there was something about his eyes that told him differently. That it wasn't just any other SOLDIER's eyes.
Tentatively, his hand moves to grip Zack's wrist. Cloud opens his mouth once more, trying to find the words, but comes out empty. Instead, he tries again:]
Zack—?
[The name leaves his lips once more and in an instant, another jolt of pain shoots through him, the sides of his head throbbing as the thrumming in his ears grows louder and louder. Why isn't this one leaving him be like the others in the past have?
But deep down he knows that he knows this man somehow. The name is familiar on his lips but foreign in his mind. Had he simply forgotten somehow?
Though his grip on Zack's wrist tightens and the corners of his eyes wince in from the pain, he fights it through it this time around, shaking it off to ask:]
I— How do I know you?