09-26-2015, 10:28 PM
Zack leaned back in his seat as they spoke, listening and processing the words. Accidentally summoning things was a pretty scary concept, because he thought of all the things he'd left behind that needed to stay behind. On the other side, though, there was a lot of good that could come to this world from, and a lot of people he wanted to see again. The notion that he could just will them to this land was intriguing, but he wouldn't dare do such a thing before he knew what he was pulling them into.
But it was hard to imagine it being much worse than where he'd come from.
At Miranda's question, the typically cheerful and carefree Ex-SOLDIER notably got a lot quieter. He listened to her reasoning, and noted the logic that she had things to do and plans in her world. It interested him, but he tried not to think of all that happened in his land since he had been gone. That was less amusing, and a lot more depressing.
"Well, I guess it worked out for me. As best it could have," Zack responded as he leaned back a bit in his chair after finishing his beer. "I worked for a company that was..." He paused briefly, wondering the best way to describe his former employers and supposed friends. "...not the best bunch. I had a lot of things I wanted to do, and people that needed to be taken care of. But none of that really mattered, because I'd already taken my last breath in that world regardless of what Omni said."
Zack let that sink in. He wasn't quite comfortable speaking the direct truth yet. He'd been gunned down by a small army. Not just any small army, but his own army. It wouldn't be hard to read between the lines on that one, so he left it at that.
He couldn't help but think of the others now. Cloud had been left alone in the wasteland of Midgar, supposedly with the Buster Sword, despite the weapon now hanging from his back. Aerith was alone in the Mako city, watched and monitored by ShinRa. People like Cissnei had stuck their necks out to help him. What would become of them?
It hurt to think about it, but the important thing was accepting that there was nothing he could do. He was dead, and there was no returning to that world. The fact that he could summon them here was also scary to him, because he didn't know the repercussions of it in his own world and what trouble it could cause.
He shook his head and continued. "Basically, I'm not totally sure this isn't heaven," Zack summarized his comments, but then looked at the same boiling lava cauldron that Drake had eyed. "Or hell."
He pushed his chair back from the table and stood up, stretching a bit. His head hurt and it was all over things he couldn't do a damn thing about. That wasn't healthy, so he needed to let it go. Deciding to just sleep it off, he instinctively touched the Buster Sword and then gave a small wave.
"I'm going to turn in, get a little bit of sleep," Zack simply said. "Good night, everyone."
And with that, the Ex-SOLDIER departed from the dining area.
But it was hard to imagine it being much worse than where he'd come from.
At Miranda's question, the typically cheerful and carefree Ex-SOLDIER notably got a lot quieter. He listened to her reasoning, and noted the logic that she had things to do and plans in her world. It interested him, but he tried not to think of all that happened in his land since he had been gone. That was less amusing, and a lot more depressing.
"Well, I guess it worked out for me. As best it could have," Zack responded as he leaned back a bit in his chair after finishing his beer. "I worked for a company that was..." He paused briefly, wondering the best way to describe his former employers and supposed friends. "...not the best bunch. I had a lot of things I wanted to do, and people that needed to be taken care of. But none of that really mattered, because I'd already taken my last breath in that world regardless of what Omni said."
Zack let that sink in. He wasn't quite comfortable speaking the direct truth yet. He'd been gunned down by a small army. Not just any small army, but his own army. It wouldn't be hard to read between the lines on that one, so he left it at that.
He couldn't help but think of the others now. Cloud had been left alone in the wasteland of Midgar, supposedly with the Buster Sword, despite the weapon now hanging from his back. Aerith was alone in the Mako city, watched and monitored by ShinRa. People like Cissnei had stuck their necks out to help him. What would become of them?
It hurt to think about it, but the important thing was accepting that there was nothing he could do. He was dead, and there was no returning to that world. The fact that he could summon them here was also scary to him, because he didn't know the repercussions of it in his own world and what trouble it could cause.
He shook his head and continued. "Basically, I'm not totally sure this isn't heaven," Zack summarized his comments, but then looked at the same boiling lava cauldron that Drake had eyed. "Or hell."
He pushed his chair back from the table and stood up, stretching a bit. His head hurt and it was all over things he couldn't do a damn thing about. That wasn't healthy, so he needed to let it go. Deciding to just sleep it off, he instinctively touched the Buster Sword and then gave a small wave.
"I'm going to turn in, get a little bit of sleep," Zack simply said. "Good night, everyone."
And with that, the Ex-SOLDIER departed from the dining area.