[Cloud hadn't expected the opportunity to dreamwalk to arise so soon after discussing it with someone. But if he were to truly help people while he was in the dream world, he best understand and learn the intricacies of it.
But what he didn't expect was the carnage he was stepping into. Bodies littered the ground at his feet, strewn in every which way. It causes Cloud to take a step back in surprise, whipping around to survey the area.
For the briefest of moments, he hears the crackling of wood as it is eaten through by fire. Screams are drowned out by the sound of the flames ranging around him, as his foot kicks against the body.
How is he— He can't be here.
With a shake his head, the vision, the memory dissipates as quickly as it had come. Cloud pulls his eyes away from the bodies to find a man donned in black and of stature similar to his.
A gasp escapes his lips.
Even if he looked younger, Cloud knew exactly who it was.
He takes a tentative step forward, then another, then another. His face twists, brows furrowing, mouth pressed thinly together. Once within earshot, he catches the words Sephiroth utter and he stops in his tracks.]
What are you supposed to be then?
[His arms fold in front of him, his tone stern. Despite what he was experiencing, he remained on guard, not wanting to be caught in surprise. It didn't matter if this was a dream or otherwise. At the end of the day, it was still Sephiroth.]
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But what he didn't expect was the carnage he was stepping into. Bodies littered the ground at his feet, strewn in every which way. It causes Cloud to take a step back in surprise, whipping around to survey the area.
For the briefest of moments, he hears the crackling of wood as it is eaten through by fire. Screams are drowned out by the sound of the flames ranging around him, as his foot kicks against the body.
How is he— He can't be here.
With a shake his head, the vision, the memory dissipates as quickly as it had come. Cloud pulls his eyes away from the bodies to find a man donned in black and of stature similar to his.
A gasp escapes his lips.
Even if he looked younger, Cloud knew exactly who it was.
He takes a tentative step forward, then another, then another. His face twists, brows furrowing, mouth pressed thinly together. Once within earshot, he catches the words Sephiroth utter and he stops in his tracks.]
What are you supposed to be then?
[His arms fold in front of him, his tone stern. Despite what he was experiencing, he remained on guard, not wanting to be caught in surprise. It didn't matter if this was a dream or otherwise. At the end of the day, it was still Sephiroth.]