[Aerith...you don't even have to promise. Cloud trusts you to look after Zack far better than he ever could.
Instructions are easy. Even if he means he has to look, remember things, talk; Zack's breathing is making his head run in circles, but this is something he can do not only to get away from the sound, but to make it stop. To make- to make Zack better. Zack shouldn't be bleeding to death in a flower patch. Zack shouldn't be dying at all.
Cloud takes the money, gets up, and leaves.
It takes him too long to find the market, but once he gets there his confusion and awkward, shuffling gait make him an easy target for someone looking to shake him down for cash. The mugger's tune changes when Cloud picks him up by the throat and presses him against the wall, and Cloud leaves with eighty extra gil for medicine.
He asks an innkeeper, a dress shop owner and some random bystander for potions before a kid standing outside of a hut with a sign Cloud can't understand ushers him inside and over to his brother at the counter.]
Potions, [Cloud rasps, out of patience as he smacks the gil he has down on the counter. He doesn't know how honest the storekeeper is, but it's not as if he has the capacity to double-check right now and he takes the half-crate of potions they pass over and leave.
When he comes back he feels a little better, a little more sure in his skin. Things make a little bit more sense; there's an order to the world he's forgotten for...however long it's been. He's still navigating it, navigating himself but now he knows how to set himself a purpose, how to take strides to achieve it. Keep a mugger from mugging you: fight back. Need to get potions: find the store, demand what you want.
Right. This is Midgar. You can't make it in Midgar if you don't shore up and get stronger, that's always been the case.
Cloud sets the crate of potions down beside Zack and Aerith, and when he looks at her hands, at Zack, he knows what they need.] You got running water here? [He needs to keep moving, like working out a cramp. If he sits still he'll become useless again, and Zack needs him to be moving, Aerith needs him to be moving. He can work on the finer points of that later.]
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Date: 2017-08-27 10:21 pm (UTC)Instructions are easy. Even if he means he has to look, remember things, talk; Zack's breathing is making his head run in circles, but this is something he can do not only to get away from the sound, but to make it stop. To make- to make Zack better. Zack shouldn't be bleeding to death in a flower patch. Zack shouldn't be dying at all.
Cloud takes the money, gets up, and leaves.
It takes him too long to find the market, but once he gets there his confusion and awkward, shuffling gait make him an easy target for someone looking to shake him down for cash. The mugger's tune changes when Cloud picks him up by the throat and presses him against the wall, and Cloud leaves with eighty extra gil for medicine.
He asks an innkeeper, a dress shop owner and some random bystander for potions before a kid standing outside of a hut with a sign Cloud can't understand ushers him inside and over to his brother at the counter.]
Potions, [Cloud rasps, out of patience as he smacks the gil he has down on the counter. He doesn't know how honest the storekeeper is, but it's not as if he has the capacity to double-check right now and he takes the half-crate of potions they pass over and leave.
When he comes back he feels a little better, a little more sure in his skin. Things make a little bit more sense; there's an order to the world he's forgotten for...however long it's been. He's still navigating it, navigating himself but now he knows how to set himself a purpose, how to take strides to achieve it. Keep a mugger from mugging you: fight back. Need to get potions: find the store, demand what you want.
Right. This is Midgar. You can't make it in Midgar if you don't shore up and get stronger, that's always been the case.
Cloud sets the crate of potions down beside Zack and Aerith, and when he looks at her hands, at Zack, he knows what they need.] You got running water here? [He needs to keep moving, like working out a cramp. If he sits still he'll become useless again, and Zack needs him to be moving, Aerith needs him to be moving. He can work on the finer points of that later.]