[I honestly cannot imagine an encounter between Zell and Pyramid Head. What the hell would happen?]
Cid didn't go away.
Zell hadn't attended the funeral. How could he? But he had seen the grave, and before that he had seen with his own eyes--it didn't matter.
Once his voice came over the intercom while he was still in solitary. He had jumped, and screamed, and three SeeDs had rushed to his bedside to hold him down. Siobhan got word of it the next day, and came in with her too-calm eyes and her unreadable mien and insisted that nothing had happened. (Liar. Liar. Liar.)
Cid never went away.
Once Zell saw him at the entry to the Infirmary, until he had turned to face him. In an instant he was supplanted--he flashed into another man, some Facalty member with an accusing face. But he had been Cid a moment before.
It made it worse that Cid was never vengeful. He was frightened, usually. Or confused. One horrible night he had come in and sat down on the edge of Zell's bed and told him that everything was all right. He was a good kid. Really.
(Liar.)
One day a dark thick fog rolled in over Balamb. "Freak weater occurence," they called it. It reminded him of fog on Esthar Bay. It reminded him of the fog of his own mind. The walls closed in around him.
There was a shadow at his doorway, and he couldn't look. Cid was standing in the darkness.
"Go away," he whispered.
There were footsteps that sounded like tortured metal and rusted gears. He went cold as he felt something loom over him. He didn't look up--but was held in a canopy of deep shadow, metal stained like blood above him.
Two hands clamped over his ears.
yoU, no one and nothing said, sHOuldn'T be AllOwed To LIVE for WhAt YOU'vE DoNe.
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Cid didn't go away.
Zell hadn't attended the funeral. How could he? But he had seen the grave, and before that he had seen with his own eyes--it didn't matter.
Once his voice came over the intercom while he was still in solitary. He had jumped, and screamed, and three SeeDs had rushed to his bedside to hold him down. Siobhan got word of it the next day, and came in with her too-calm eyes and her unreadable mien and insisted that nothing had happened. (Liar. Liar. Liar.)
Cid never went away.
Once Zell saw him at the entry to the Infirmary, until he had turned to face him. In an instant he was supplanted--he flashed into another man, some Facalty member with an accusing face. But he had been Cid a moment before.
It made it worse that Cid was never vengeful. He was frightened, usually. Or confused. One horrible night he had come in and sat down on the edge of Zell's bed and told him that everything was all right. He was a good kid. Really.
(Liar.)
One day a dark thick fog rolled in over Balamb. "Freak weater occurence," they called it. It reminded him of fog on Esthar Bay. It reminded him of the fog of his own mind. The walls closed in around him.
There was a shadow at his doorway, and he couldn't look. Cid was standing in the darkness.
"Go away," he whispered.
There were footsteps that sounded like tortured metal and rusted gears. He went cold as he felt something loom over him. He didn't look up--but was held in a canopy of deep shadow, metal stained like blood above him.
Two hands clamped over his ears.
yoU, no one and nothing said, sHOuldn'T be AllOwed To LIVE for WhAt YOU'vE DoNe.
Cid's eyes, in the darkness, watching.
It all went black.
...HA.