[Image description: A close up image of trooper Cloud Strife. He is wearing a light scrub top, lying on his side. He holds in both hands the face of another Cloud, broken and cracked, barely holding together. The other Cloud’s face does not appear to be fully flesh or fully human– It holds its shape like ceramic– but it is in mid-expression. Brows twisted, lips parted. Tears swell in the broken Cloud’s eyes, despite the fact that they have no pupil or iris. Cloud holds the broken face close to his chest, curled up with it. They are alone together. End image description.]
Cloud got sick on On the tenth day No, the twelfth—
No. No. Hold it together. Be stronger than you are.
Cloud was sick. He knew that much. Cloud was sick, and right now he was alone, but Sephiroth would come back. Sephiroth would rest his cool metal hand on Cloud’s too-hot face, and speak softly to him, and that would help. Sephiroth always knew exactly how many days it had been, so Cloud could ask him. He didn’t have to count. He didn’t have to pace.
He just had to curl in his corner and breathe in through his nose, out through his mouth. He just had to stay calm.
‘Never liked… mako tanks.’ the face in his hands whispered, sorrowful and distant.
“Sorry,” Cloud told it. “Me neither. But at least it doesn’t leave needle marks.”
‘Hold as tight… as you can.’ The face in his hands warned. ‘You’re starting to… drift.’
“Why?” Cloud asked, curling tighter, staring into the face’s empty eye. “Why is this happening?”
‘The mako… poison…’
Cloud stared at the broken face, dazed. It was his face, wasn’t it? It was his face. It was supposed to be—
He turned the face around. Looked at the smooth, empty interior. From this side he could see straight through that blank eye. Like it was made of mesh.
Anipoke_PR sharing some more screencaps for today, it actually is four screencaps but the rest are kinda not interesting, but THIS STOLE MY HEART ❤️❤️ Look at them!!!
