@mournsyou + starter call ( always accepting ! ): you don't trust me ? 😏 hey Mari what if he comes back to midgar and zack thinks fight with sephiroth was the other day rather 4 years ago and they talk again after all that what what
before she knew better, tifa thought zack died. twice. at the reactor, where his helping hand was turned away and he faced sephiroth on his own. in time, sephiroth had been pronounced dead, but no word was spared about zack. then, at the station. she had knelt far enough to inspect them both, the blood-soaked wetness of zack’s shirt, the twitching ends of cloud’s fingers. impossibly, they were still alive. she went out of her way to vouch for them both in the face of barret and marle’s suspicion— she stills at the thought. so, that’s where he got the idea from. trust. even if she wouldn’t deposit blame in its entierty upon his shoulders, to speak of trust after all that was hidden...
her gratitude for bringing cloud with himself is only that, a stunted thank you that begins and ends with the body still unconscious.
“zack...” i did trust you, once. a thought like digging around the dirt, bare-handed. “i believe you’ve cut ties with them.” a workaround the core of his question, but it is answer enough. for now. her gaze wonders around the closed bar, emptied. “before... you couldn’t tell me a thing of what was going on with the reactor, with sephiroth. even then, i understood why, but—” her eyes, their complex red, finally come to meet his, “now, there’s no reason to keep me in the dark anymore.”
