Quiet: T_T
Genesis/Cloud
A visit to the cliffs surrounding Midgar.
"What do you want?" Cloud asked, no hint of anger or mistrust in his voice. Like always, it was carefully blank and empty, as if showing a hint of emotion would leave him open to an attack.
It's ironic how he was the one who killed Sephiroth…and was almost exactly like him in some respects.
He couldn't afford to think of Sephiroth now though. That path usually led to guilt and sorrow, misery and pain, and hatred at his own foolishness. His actions had brought about the ruin of thousands, and it was all because he'd been too selfish to accept his fate. And now…
He couldn't change things, but he could try to understand them.
"I'd like…to see Angeal's sword," he explained quietly, his aqua eyes darkened with shadows.
The blond quietly observed the redhead, and Genesis could feel his gaze as if it had weight to it, but none of it held the hate, fear, or pity that others had shown him. Instead, he seemed to be judging whether or not Genesis was sure of his decision.
"I know the puppy inherited it after his death, but it's the only thing I have to remember him by."
Cloud said nothing, but the approval and understanding in his eyes warmed Genesis more than he'd thought possible.
"We'll go see them tomorrow," Cloud said quietly.