o6 | Dictated

[bustered]

[Angeal Hewley]

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.

Comments

dictated

[foin]

It doesn't sound horrible at all. Some people think that way, and if it works for them, that's a good thing.

I'll remember that.

dictated

[bustered]

That's what I figured. Can't fight it, might as well just work around it.

Mmm. Anything else I could help you with though?

dictated

[foin]

Exactly. There's always a way to work with what you have.

[She pauses, thinking.] Maybe!

dictated

[bustered]

Mm-hm.

Yeah? Talk to me.

dictated

[foin]

You could let me test something on you. See, I'm pretty good at cooking, and I want to make sure I'm still able to do that here. [It's a thank you, really.]

dictated

[bustered]

Wha--? [It takes him a moment to process the request as just a simple offer. His head's clearly not all with it today!]

Hey, yeah, I'd love to.

dictated

[foin]

Great! When is a good time for you?