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.

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[bustered]

It is, but an honest one. I shouldn't soil your ears with tales of the times I'd almost died, or scar your eyes with my own scars.

And my legacy, it's not in things. It's in a person.

[Lucrezia is a nosy type, he'd expected no less, and he's honestly starting to wonder at what the room would look like decorated to her tastes. Probably it would be more sumptuous than he'd need, or know what to do with.

But seeing her smile, knowing what she'd had to have spied to cause such an expression, the thought is almost worth serious consideration.]

She's stately. Very regal. [A pause, followed by a slightly more genuine smile than earlier.] But your position as my queen is secure.

[heloise]

Do you think my eyes and ears so pure?

[ Lucrezia turns around so she can lean against that doorway instead, so she can watch him with a smile dancing in her eyes. Like a challenge. ]

And am I to be yours now for you to keep thus?