Characters: Zack, Tifa, Zell, Kunsel, and... Jim? Kind of? Location: House 43 Date: Day 72 Summary: Jim tries to take out a monster and fails miserably. Warnings: Death, violence, grief? You know, Snowhell stuff.
[Life isn’t fair, but it likes taking those who are.
The sound makes Zell focus on Zack. Like really focus on him. He’s swallowing down the emotions trying to law their way back up to the surface. He can’t tell how hard it hit Zack, but he can tell it did hit him. And Zell isn’t sure how much of this he will let sink in.
Jim is gone… but he can come back. He will come back. Jim has to come back.
He can feel the weight of the towel settle on his shoulders.] Okay.
[It’s all he can manage to say. Zack has his arms around him, and it takes Zell by surprise for a moment. Soon, he’s putting his arms around the formal member Soldier to give him a hug in return. Zack seems so much older in that moment, even if there wasn’t that big of an age gap between them.]
[ Maybe it's better off he doesn't let it sink in. Maybe it's better off he doesn't know. Zack certainly doesn't want to take hope away from him... although he doesn't want to give false hope either. Maybe that's why it's best Zell doesn't ask if he will. Because at that point, well.... It doesn't feel likely at all.
But for right then, his priority's checking in on Zell. Being there for him. And Tifa. And Kunsel, too. Even if he really doesn't have much comfort to offer. Even if it does nothing to change what they all want most that night. It's... better than nothing right?
That question makes him pause though. He swallows thickly and shrugs a fraction. ]
[As nice as placating words could be, that is all they would be. Just something to numb it a little longer. Something to make it easier, when this place is everything BUT easy. This isn't the first time they lost someone.
Zell is a SeeD. He should get used to this. Whatever happens, HAPPENS.
He never wants to get used to this, though. And he doesn't want words to make him feel better. He isn't even sure if he deserves to feel better at this point.]
I...[And he'll give a shrug as he shakes his head.] I think I prefer having that frickin' perception illness over this.
[It was freaky as hell, but he didn't feel anything.]
[ No one wants to get used to something like this- and no one should. That's the end all argument. Even being SOLDIER as long as he has hasn't erased the terrible feelings that succumb him when he loses someone important to him. Especially when he'd been so damned close.
He has no pretty words to give. No comforting ones like how they'll be alright or even how he wouldn't have wanted them to be like this. Neither are true. All he can do is hum in acknowledgement at first. Then, clearing his throat a bit, he offers hoarsely: ] You and me both there. But would it really change anything?
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The sound makes Zell focus on Zack. Like really focus on him. He’s swallowing down the emotions trying to law their way back up to the surface. He can’t tell how hard it hit Zack, but he can tell it did hit him. And Zell isn’t sure how much of this he will let sink in.
Jim is gone… but he can come back. He will come back. Jim has to come back.
He can feel the weight of the towel settle on his shoulders.] Okay.
[It’s all he can manage to say. Zack has his arms around him, and it takes Zell by surprise for a moment. Soon, he’s putting his arms around the formal member Soldier to give him a hug in return. Zack seems so much older in that moment, even if there wasn’t that big of an age gap between them.]
How are you holding up?
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But for right then, his priority's checking in on Zell. Being there for him. And Tifa. And Kunsel, too. Even if he really doesn't have much comfort to offer. Even if it does nothing to change what they all want most that night. It's... better than nothing right?
That question makes him pause though. He swallows thickly and shrugs a fraction. ]
Been better... You?
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Zell is a SeeD. He should get used to this. Whatever happens, HAPPENS.
He never wants to get used to this, though. And he doesn't want words to make him feel better. He isn't even sure if he deserves to feel better at this point.]
I...[And he'll give a shrug as he shakes his head.] I think I prefer having that frickin' perception illness over this.
[It was freaky as hell, but he didn't feel anything.]
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He has no pretty words to give. No comforting ones like how they'll be alright or even how he wouldn't have wanted them to be like this. Neither are true. All he can do is hum in acknowledgement at first. Then, clearing his throat a bit, he offers hoarsely: ] You and me both there. But would it really change anything?