It makes sense, then. Why Cloud looks like he's about to fly apart, barely held together by what willpower remains in the wake of loss. He knows the feeling, as well, to lose someone important to him; though their traumas were made of different degrees of hurt, and even Vincent is not sure he can adequately compare his to Cloud's.
But that does not stop the swell of empathy threading through him. The pang of his own heart, to watch him struggle to speak of it. A part of him feels terrible for it, and guilt (that old friend) gnaws at his bones.]
...Yeah.
[He is. An asshole. In case that wasn't driven home enough.
Silence again. Chaos purrs beside him.]
Sorry, I didn't know. We don't have to talk about it if it makes you uncomfortable. I... understand. But-
[Ah. He's no good at this.]
At the same time, you could have told me earlier. I would've listened then, too.
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It makes sense, then. Why Cloud looks like he's about to fly apart, barely held together by what willpower remains in the wake of loss. He knows the feeling, as well, to lose someone important to him; though their traumas were made of different degrees of hurt, and even Vincent is not sure he can adequately compare his to Cloud's.
But that does not stop the swell of empathy threading through him. The pang of his own heart, to watch him struggle to speak of it. A part of him feels terrible for it, and guilt (that old friend) gnaws at his bones.]
...Yeah.
[He is. An asshole. In case that wasn't driven home enough.
Silence again. Chaos purrs beside him.]
Sorry, I didn't know. We don't have to talk about it if it makes you uncomfortable. I... understand. But-
[Ah. He's no good at this.]
At the same time, you could have told me earlier. I would've listened then, too.