[He remembers this presence. The way it resonates to his very core, an awareness of someone present, a feeling — lost once, suddenly, one day out of the blue. And now, returned just as suddenly.
And he follows it with a swift step, wending through the military camp past other soldiers adhering to their clockwork routines, until he’s there at the training yard, watching as one man scolds another for skewering a whole row of training dummies in two. And then, eyes landing upon that frame and blond head of hair, it’s verified for Sephiroth, and something strangely uncomfortable yet utterly familiar descends upon him, making him call out uncharacteristically loud:]
free cities 8)
And he follows it with a swift step, wending through the military camp past other soldiers adhering to their clockwork routines, until he’s there at the training yard, watching as one man scolds another for skewering a whole row of training dummies in two. And then, eyes landing upon that frame and blond head of hair, it’s verified for Sephiroth, and something strangely uncomfortable yet utterly familiar descends upon him, making him call out uncharacteristically loud:]
Cloud.
[He’s back?]