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[moseyin]

[Soooo glad this is text right now.]

Yeah.

Took some doing, but it's done. For good, this time.

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[wingenvy]

[yep...... yep.]

okay.




good.

[he doesn't even know what else to say, he just. he's been up half the night and had to see it.]

text - half an hour later

[moseyin]

Did Aerith tell you?

[wingenvy]

yeah. we got talking, and I asked her.

[moseyin]

[It's not fair of him to put the responsibility of telling this story onto Aerith. He really should steel himself already and stop being such a coward about this.]

Do you want to know the whole story?

[wingenvy]

yeah, I do. but we should all talk.

[If they're going to be telling stories involving all of them, then they all need to be there. He's got plenty to say that they both deserve to hear, too.]

[moseyin]

[that's gonna be a problem]

I can't

[wingenvy]

why not?

[moseyin]

I can't look her in the face and talk about what he did

[wingenvy]

[......okay that's. that's fair.]

we don't have to talk about that part, then. I'll talk to Aerith.

but I wanted to hear everything, Cloud. each of us have little pieces of what happened. I want to get the whole story.

[moseyin]

There's not just 'that part' Zack it's the whole thing

I can tell you everything but I can't do it in front of her
shes

[moseyin]

i just can't ok

[wingenvy]

[this is probably the most frustrating problem he's had for like four years, at least everyone else he fought with had a punchable face. Cloud, whyyyyyyy.]

okay just

hang on

[wingenvy]

[and one conversation with Aerith later-]

okay, just us.

[moseyin]

ok

where

[wingenvy]

come over? my ship's pretty quiet and we can use my room.

[moseyin]

actually can we do it on my ship instead

[wingenvy]

either's fine by me. you sure you wanna do this now?

[he's impatient, but he doesn't want to be a dick about it.]

[moseyin]

yeah. Just

the shuttles
Don't wanna fly one of them back here after we talk

[Already the idea of shutting himself into a small enclosed space and then moving it around is making him feel sick]

I'm on the Bloodsport. I'll meet you outside the bay

[wingenvy]

hey we could always have a sleepover

[nah dude he gets you. he's not even sure he won't be giving himself a fetal position time-out in the shuttle bay for three hours before he goes back, himself.]

be there shortly

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[moseyin]

[Cloud's where he said he'd be, perched atop a crate and fiddling with one of the clasps on his SOLDIER belt, buckling and unbuckling it again and again. Once Zack's shuttle docks his head jerks up, and slides off of the crate to meet him by the door.] C'mon. My place's this way.

[wingenvy]

[Zack nods and follows behind as Cloud leads the way, hands clasped together at the back of his head, lips pursing seriously. He doesn't know what to expect, and it's impossible to feel excited about finally getting the story when the whole atmosphere is so choking, but he's glad they're doing this. Finding out that Sephiroth was involved was the last straw that broke his patience.]

On a better day I'll have to meet your crew. Aerith is determined to have everybody know everybody.

[moseyin]

[hahaha see first Cloud would have to know them]

Some other time, I guess.

[Cloud's room is nothing to write home about; all the standard stuff that comes with it, a small pile of various scrap metals he's started to accumulate in the corner. Nothing else to distinguish it from the other standard rooms.

He gestures to the bed, opting instead to lean against the opposite wall and fold his arms.] ...where d'you want me to start? Midgar?

[wingenvy]

[The bed seems kinda personal, even if at this point it just feels like a bunk more than anything, so Zack leans against it rather than sitting down directly.]

Probably the best place for it. Kinda where my story left off.

[moseyin]

Well...it's a long story.

[A very long story.

There are parts Cloud glosses over; the inbetweens, the moments where he'd stalled because he couldn't remember, because he got confused. Thinking back to the early days of Midgar, it's a damn wonder anybody thought he was sane at all; the flashes of memory, the blackouts, he'd been a walking wreck. Always, whenever he got within a mile of Sephiroth or one of his vicious Jenova pieces, it was like Cloud was stumbling through the dark.

He explains AVALANCHE. He explains Tifa's worried glances, he explains Barret's vicious dedication to stopping ShinRa. He explains the Reactors, the bombings, and falling through the roof of Aerith's church.

ShinRa dropping the Sector 7 plate and killing everyone in the slums. Going to rescue Aerith, finding out about her true nature as the last Ancient. Finding the Jenova monster, and then Sephiroth taking her and leaving. It's hard to remember if he's leaving anything out; those days are a little fuzzier than he remembered them being a month ago.

Things get clearer after leaving Midgar. Chasing Sephiroth across continents, picking up a ragtag group of people all with their own bone to pick until finally they reach the Temple of the Ancients, and there...Sephiroth, again. He uses Cloud's body like it's his own but more than that, worse than that, he makes Cloud think he wants to do it, even as the sight of Aerith's blood on his knuckles makes him so sick he wishes he was dead.

Aerith leaves, they follow, and then-

And then, she's gone.

Cloud knows then that he's a danger, but he still begs his friends to go with him. They chase after Sephiroth again, and again, always just following after him to try and end it, because before it was personal for Cloud, for Tifa, but now each and every one of them feel Aerith's loss keenly and want to bring Sephiroth to justice for her, for the Planet he's trying to kill.

They chase him all the way to the Northern Crater- but that's not true at all. They weren't chasing him; he was reeling them in, using Cloud as the spearhead; calling him to his side like a good little puppet. Cloud stumbles here, fumbles with words; he can't remember, there's a lot he just can't remember, and he gives Sephiroth the Black Materia because he's useful for nothing else as Hojo cackles and then-

Nothing.]

They told me what was going on, [Cloud mutters, informing Zack of the WEAPONs, of ShinRa and the cannons and everyone having to escape execution by the ShinRa. Tifa stayed at his side, apparently, as everyone went off to save the world and he drooled in a chair in Mideel. It's not until the village is attacked by a WEAPON and Cloud and Tifa drop into the Lifestream that finally, finally, he begins to regain some order to his mess of a head.

Until Tifa puts him back together, piece by painstaking piece. Until she rummages through his head and pulls out everything of any worth, draws him up, carries his consciousness with her back to the waking world. For the first time in what feels like forever, since leaving Nibelheim, his head feels the clearest it's ever been. There are still holes, still spots, still things that make his hands shake now to this day, but finally he's himself again and he finally understands what Aerith had meant by I'm looking for you, Cloud.

Things happen quickly after that. They have to destroy the WEAPONs if only to keep the towns safe, the things uncaring of who dies in their quest to destroy the threats to the Planet. Killing Hojo is the icing on the cake, and even as ShinRa is destroyed, they still manage to pierce the barrier around Sephiroth.

Cloud leads everyone against him and, miraculously...everyone survives. Even as he's pulled back into the Lifestream by Sephiroth's grasping hands he kills him, finally, at last, and where he'd expected to feel vicious satisfaction all he feels is a hollow cold until Aerith reaches for him, lifts him up and leads him over to Tifa.]

The weeks after that were cleanup, mostly, [Cloud says, having not looked up once during the story.] Midgar is almost completely destroyed. ...a lot of people died, the Reactors are all shut down, but we're trying to recover. I was on my way to Kalm for some work when I showed up here.