Gravity has finally tamed his tears as they fall freely down his face, and he simply can't do anything to avoid it as much as he wishes doing so. His body is shaking, but only in compensation of any kind of noise he could be making. It's one disheartening picture for anyone who sees him, however it was the most healthy way to get rid of the pressure that he had been keeping inside, a bit more of denying it would have been disastrous.

The warmth of Zack's hand on his shoulder brings him back to the present for a moment, tensing up a little before letting go. He's got no strength to shove it off or even give a damn.

It's all about Zack, isn't it? All this pain and remorse, is Zack's fault, in the sense that he was the trigger of it all. He's going that road again, trying to put the pieces together to the point of making his head hurt, he is desperately trying to come with some explanation of why he's bawling like a baby.

The only thing that comes up is a painful flash of white before he gives up. Cloud lets go of the sword and brings his hands to his head. An eerie but soft laugh leaves his lips afterwards, mocking himself at how pathetic he must look in that moment. That alone might be enough for the ex-SOLDIER to force himself out of that state. At least the shaking has stopped. The worse has past, the storm is coming to an end and Cloud simply keeps his hands over his temple for the moment as his breath starts evening out.

"... —rry..." His voice fails him even after who knows how long has passed.