["Don't look at it," okay. Cloud closes his eyes, taking a deep breath and holding the blade out in front of himself. He wraps his other hand around the hilt, lifting it up slowly; tries to match what it looks like in his head, whenever Zack would do that one thing before a big fight.
Breathe in, out. Bring the flat of the sword closer and, gently, as if praying, touch his forehead to the blade.]
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Breathe in, out. Bring the flat of the sword closer and, gently, as if praying, touch his forehead to the blade.]