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[Angeal Hewley]
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[About an hour after that filtered message, Zack addresses the journal without a filter this time. His voice is that mix of neutral and tired that marks familiarity of having to bring the 'not coming back' message to people waiting for their friends and loved ones to come home. Such can be life in SOLDIER.]
For those who knew him, Cloud Strife has gone home.
Cloud's gone.
[/Angeal Hewley]
[About an hour after that filtered message, Zack addresses the journal without a filter this time. His voice is that mix of neutral and tired that marks familiarity of having to bring the 'not coming back' message to people waiting for their friends and loved ones to come home. Such can be life in SOLDIER.]
For those who knew him, Cloud Strife has gone home.
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What about you?
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What about me, what? Which side of it I fall on, you mean?
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How exactly did it do it? I don't know.
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But I guess it's a good way to warn you that this place can -- and will -- do really strange things to its inhabitants. They're not all bad, but they're not all good either.
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Ah, it's going to take getting used to, especially since it's my real body here.
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[Okay, Zack has seen some weird stuff in Paradisa, but that makes him ask.] Real body?
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