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[sultanofsquat]

[ For a moment, he feels frozen. Unknowing whether or not to defy what she's telling him to face her. To be the one who swore to catch tears that dared fall from her face. And yet, as she softly sobs and attempts to recompose herself, crying, Cloud grits his teeth without her knowing it as he struggles with himself. Hold her. Console her. Comfort her. The amount of suffering she endured as a bystander was staggering. Strong as she was, neither one of them were able to prevent what happened. He's no mindreader, and yet...he can't bring himself to ask why she's crying either.

As if he already knew. As if he knew exactly what needed to be done. This was an attempt for the two to just...get away. Regroup. Learn how to breath again. Come back stronger than before, together, for those that matter. And yet...what of Cloud? What of his emotions? His feelings? The revelations that came to light as of recent. Something he was powerless to stop. Somebody he failed to save. Somebody Ayaka and he both couldn't save. They can't change what's already happened- what's already shaped and defined them. And as fortunate as they were with the fact that in this realm, death wasn't permanent... ]

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[ The truth is; they're both hurting. They both feel like they've fallen down. But right now? It's about learning how to get back up. So instead of reaching out for her yet... Instead of calling her name and putting his hands upon her shoulders so she may fall into his embrace...

He doesn't look. Instead, Cloud stays by her side in silence, turning towards the railing as he looks up at the night sky. A cool breath in through his nose...and softly out, pensive. ]