[ coscuvilheiro ] Walks up to in the Shinra building, puts one hand on Cloud's shoulder. Inhales. "You were never a SOLDIER first class, that sword belonged to two different people before you came into the picture, and you were declared dead on the same mission as one of them, that being Zack." Leaves.
He is only allowed a brief moment of confusion before his head explodes in pain. Every inch of his skull feels as though its on fire and through it push hot needles of agony. He clutches at his head, a strangled cry breaking free of his mouth but he can’t hear it. He can’t hear anything.
His knees hit the hard floor before he even realised he’d lost control of his legs. He slumped forward, still grabbing at his head, fingers tangling in his hair. The cold ground against his forehead gives no comfort and it doesn’t ease the pressure or the feeling that his brain was trying to break free of his head.
He’s eyes are screwed tightly shut and still images dance across his vision. Of the sword on his back, of hard dry ground.. The pain keeps building, the images turning only into blinding flashes of light. He cries out again. He digs his fingers harder into his scalp. He curls into himself. It builds. It hurts. It hurts.
I̸̭̞͖̎̾̐̏̑ ̷̳̟̝͖̰̙͋͂͋͝t̵̹͎̯̭̥̾͋̌̾̾̂̚ ̵̩͔͓͖̓H̶̲̔̈́͋̀͘u̴̯̩̖͛̿̋̚ͅr̴̩̮̲͙̂̓ ̴̰̀̐͐͌̄t̶̛̫͖͍̳̟̱͌̓̽͜͠ ̷͇͈̙͑̈́ͅs̴̡̭̼͓͕̏ ̵̜̫̮̫̈̏͝͝—
He goes limp as blackness consumes him. The darkness is a salve to his pain and it leaves him collapsed on the ground of ShinRa HQ.