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Routines were so easy to fall into on the island, especially for someone like Zack Fair. It occurred to him, as he laid on his cot late at night in his newly built (though slightly empty and a bit too quiet) hut that he hadn't seen Javert in a few days. Javert had helped build the hut just as he'd promised. And while they hadn't been able to agree on the importance of having dreams, they had at least come to an agreement on the topic--namely that it was best left alone.
He made a mental note to look for the older man the next day. If patrol didn't bring him by the church, then he'd make time during the day to stop by.
The first few times that Zack stopped by and didn't find the Frenchman, he wrote it off as Javert was out. He knew that it was highly unlikely that he had missed the man so many times in a row, but he didn't want to consider the alternative. Karolina had lost her friend, Gert, and he'd heard that the reaper girl, Georgia, he'd met had disappeared, but it was easier to put these losses aside. He didn't really know them.
He knew he would find Javert if he stopped by on a Sunday though. It was the busiest day for the little church. However, when he arrived after the 'crowds' had gone, he was disappointed again. Javert was no where to be found. Zack was faced with the truth that Javert had gone. Someone he knew had gone. He felt as though a weight had been placed on his chest. It was almost like losing Angeal a second time. Zack had mistaken Javert for Angeal on several occasions since Javert had arrived. And now he was just gone. No goodbye. No fading into the lifestream. Just gone.
Zack didn't want to stay in the church any longer. He wanted to go home and mourn the loss of his friend without having to worry about an audience passing by. As he turned to leave the church, something large and out of place in the church caught his eye. Squinting his eyes, he walked toward what was unmistakeably the same sword he'd held a few days ago on the beach with Cloud. As he approached, he took it in his hand. This sword wasn't rusty or worn out. It was hardly used at all. The realization suddenly hit him that this was his sword. The one Angeal had given to him as he lay dying. 'Zack, you have my thanks. This is for you' he heard Angeal's voice in his head as he reflected on the past. Zack had given it to Cloud when he had died. He could still feel the rain, smell the gunpowder in the air, feel the energy of the materia and taste his own blood in his memory. 'My honor. My dreams. They're yours now.' His last words as he'd given Cloud the sword. His last words before arriving on Tabula Rasa. Now here it was in the church--Javert's church. For a moment, Zack wondered if Javert had died too, but put it out of his mind. There was no way he could know that now.
He took the hilt in both hands. It had been a while since he'd had any real practice with the sword and it seemed heavier than before, but he could still wield it easily enough. He brought the broad side of the sword to his forehead as he had done countless times in the past and as he'd seen Angeal do countless times. As he closed his eyes in meditation, he realized how much he had missed the sword. It grounded him, tied him to the past and gave him a future. Before he realized it, he found himself overwhelmed by emotions, past, present and future. He was crying. Crying the same tears, he'd shed when Angeal had died. Angeal was dead. Javert was gone. His future with Aeris was gone.
((OOC: ST/LT welcome as always, find sad Zack either in the church, or just outside the church a bit more composed.))
He made a mental note to look for the older man the next day. If patrol didn't bring him by the church, then he'd make time during the day to stop by.
The first few times that Zack stopped by and didn't find the Frenchman, he wrote it off as Javert was out. He knew that it was highly unlikely that he had missed the man so many times in a row, but he didn't want to consider the alternative. Karolina had lost her friend, Gert, and he'd heard that the reaper girl, Georgia, he'd met had disappeared, but it was easier to put these losses aside. He didn't really know them.
He knew he would find Javert if he stopped by on a Sunday though. It was the busiest day for the little church. However, when he arrived after the 'crowds' had gone, he was disappointed again. Javert was no where to be found. Zack was faced with the truth that Javert had gone. Someone he knew had gone. He felt as though a weight had been placed on his chest. It was almost like losing Angeal a second time. Zack had mistaken Javert for Angeal on several occasions since Javert had arrived. And now he was just gone. No goodbye. No fading into the lifestream. Just gone.
Zack didn't want to stay in the church any longer. He wanted to go home and mourn the loss of his friend without having to worry about an audience passing by. As he turned to leave the church, something large and out of place in the church caught his eye. Squinting his eyes, he walked toward what was unmistakeably the same sword he'd held a few days ago on the beach with Cloud. As he approached, he took it in his hand. This sword wasn't rusty or worn out. It was hardly used at all. The realization suddenly hit him that this was his sword. The one Angeal had given to him as he lay dying. 'Zack, you have my thanks. This is for you' he heard Angeal's voice in his head as he reflected on the past. Zack had given it to Cloud when he had died. He could still feel the rain, smell the gunpowder in the air, feel the energy of the materia and taste his own blood in his memory. 'My honor. My dreams. They're yours now.' His last words as he'd given Cloud the sword. His last words before arriving on Tabula Rasa. Now here it was in the church--Javert's church. For a moment, Zack wondered if Javert had died too, but put it out of his mind. There was no way he could know that now.
He took the hilt in both hands. It had been a while since he'd had any real practice with the sword and it seemed heavier than before, but he could still wield it easily enough. He brought the broad side of the sword to his forehead as he had done countless times in the past and as he'd seen Angeal do countless times. As he closed his eyes in meditation, he realized how much he had missed the sword. It grounded him, tied him to the past and gave him a future. Before he realized it, he found himself overwhelmed by emotions, past, present and future. He was crying. Crying the same tears, he'd shed when Angeal had died. Angeal was dead. Javert was gone. His future with Aeris was gone.
((OOC: ST/LT welcome as always, find sad Zack either in the church, or just outside the church a bit more composed.))