"Are you hurt?"
It would have been second nature to say what Zidane had been saying for days, for weeks, for months- that he was fine, that he wasn't in pain, but somehow- and maybe it was just him- the way Terra said it made all the difference.
"You know...I really don't know if I am."
And he walked away from her, from those wide blue eyes, that childishly innocent face, away from the question he'd avoided asking himself for so long.