It's an open question, noncommittal in the way Zack speaks it. He's giving all the power to Cloud in this, to choose the way their conversation flows. Does he want to know about Zack? About the sword? About how they're related to one another? It doesn't seem fair to grab Cloud and shake him by the shoulders and ask him why he doesn't remember, even if a small part of Zack really, really wants to do so.
Restraint, Fair: use it. But he's also stepping closer, letting the back of his blade slide along Cloud's, an invitation in the soft hiss of steel to steel. It's his plan to slide close, unless Cloud resists the blade with his own -- just the flat and the back, no intent to harm on the edge. Zack's always preferred leading with the back of the Buster anyway, because it's how Angeal used to fight.
Of course, he's not trying to goad Cloud into a fight, but there is a definite echo of a spar in his movements -- almost one taken in slow motion, a glacial speed when one has knowledge of how fast a SOLDIER can move.
"What do you want from me, Cloud?" Pitched soft and low, it's another invitation that's perhaps a little soul-bearing, because Zack can't keep the tiny hint of pain from his tone.
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It's an open question, noncommittal in the way Zack speaks it. He's giving all the power to Cloud in this, to choose the way their conversation flows. Does he want to know about Zack? About the sword? About how they're related to one another? It doesn't seem fair to grab Cloud and shake him by the shoulders and ask him why he doesn't remember, even if a small part of Zack really, really wants to do so.
Restraint, Fair: use it. But he's also stepping closer, letting the back of his blade slide along Cloud's, an invitation in the soft hiss of steel to steel. It's his plan to slide close, unless Cloud resists the blade with his own -- just the flat and the back, no intent to harm on the edge. Zack's always preferred leading with the back of the Buster anyway, because it's how Angeal used to fight.
Of course, he's not trying to goad Cloud into a fight, but there is a definite echo of a spar in his movements -- almost one taken in slow motion, a glacial speed when one has knowledge of how fast a SOLDIER can move.
"What do you want from me, Cloud?" Pitched soft and low, it's another invitation that's perhaps a little soul-bearing, because Zack can't keep the tiny hint of pain from his tone.