Okay, so Lazard was pretty weird to write about, but I think I did okay.
Warning: Spoilers for CC
Disclaimer: I do not own the compilation of Final Fanatsy VII.
Lazard had developed a simplistic view to his wing in that it was a new appendage and he had to deal with it. When his face had changed too, he had simply gone with it. There wasn't much he could do about it after all. It just was. He had come to accept the new things as they came, even accepting that he was dying, just as Genesis was – from degradation.
Zack had been a bonus, because Zack brought life to everything.
It had been nice while it lasted. And he finally saw that having a wing was something to be happy about, at least when seen through Zack's wondering eyes. And he stroked the drooping plumage and wondered why he had never realised how free he had become.
And this will be the second last from Wings.
