Gongaga, Gaia, Saturday Fandom Time
The chanting of monsters still echoed loudly in Zack's ears as he slumped down into the overgrowth, holding Cloud close in his arms and trying not to look as shaken as he felt. Genesis had been there, and Hollander, and while they'd given up on him, saying that his cells had already been mutated as part of the process of becoming SOLDIER, Cloud's were...
What had they said? Pure? S-Cells?
Legend shall speak of sacrifice at world's end...
Zack shuddered and shook his head to clear it of the cobwebs clogging up his mind.
Hollander had almost gotten Cloud. Had been creeping up on him in the sidecar while Zack dealt with Genesis. Genesis had flown off, leaving Zack with one of those dumbapples he was so fond of, and...
It didn't matter. Hollander was dead, now. Taken out with the blade that had once been wielded by his son and Zack's long gone mentor.
And Angeal...
Angeal had been there...
No.
A copy.
Lazard. The Director of SOLDIER. Wearing Angeal's face. They'd talked.
"I... I want to save the world," Lazard had said, sitting there on the ground, wearing Angeal's face.
"Nothing strange about that," Zack had told him. "Angeal lives inside you."
Right there.
Right there with Angeal's face, asking Zack what his dream was.
To become a hero.
He had to embrace those dreams, after all. No matter how unattainable they were.
Zack shivered, and crouched down low, and held Cloud close, and stared at the apple in his hand.
Genesis had gone to Banora. Of course he had.
And if he was a hero, that's where Zack would be going, too.
But he had somebody he needed to meet.
[OOC: For she who knows who she is! NFB for distance!]
What had they said? Pure? S-Cells?
Legend shall speak of sacrifice at world's end...
Zack shuddered and shook his head to clear it of the cobwebs clogging up his mind.
Hollander had almost gotten Cloud. Had been creeping up on him in the sidecar while Zack dealt with Genesis. Genesis had flown off, leaving Zack with one of those dumbapples he was so fond of, and...
It didn't matter. Hollander was dead, now. Taken out with the blade that had once been wielded by his son and Zack's long gone mentor.
And Angeal...
Angeal had been there...
No.
A copy.
Lazard. The Director of SOLDIER. Wearing Angeal's face. They'd talked.
"I... I want to save the world," Lazard had said, sitting there on the ground, wearing Angeal's face.
"Nothing strange about that," Zack had told him. "Angeal lives inside you."
Right there.
Right there with Angeal's face, asking Zack what his dream was.
To become a hero.
He had to embrace those dreams, after all. No matter how unattainable they were.
Zack shivered, and crouched down low, and held Cloud close, and stared at the apple in his hand.
Genesis had gone to Banora. Of course he had.
And if he was a hero, that's where Zack would be going, too.
But he had somebody he needed to meet.
[OOC: For she who knows who she is! NFB for distance!]