-Frowns-
I wanted to see my brother. Do I need a better reason?
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?-He's following, a little hurt-
I'm sorry, do I bother you? Should I just go back to being a slab of metal? Is having a killer robot who likes pretending to be your brother getting too much?
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?Yes, I know what is wrong. And yes, there's not much I can do to fix it. But I can still help, alright. I can still talk and listen.
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?You sure can talk, can't you?
-Pulls up his shirt collar over the back of his head to complete his now-spot on impression-
"Hey Cloud, why don't you just walk right up to all those doctors you hate and say 'Gosh that virus you guys love so much has a new exciting form, mind curing it for me'?"
edited 6th May '16 12:40:36 AM by WonderSquid
Look, I'm not going to apologise just for thinking aloud.
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?-Just sort of-
-Awkwardly pats his back to help him clear it-
-Organics do that, right?-
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?You said that was why I had so much metal inside me. Cybernetics.
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?Yeah, I did.
Can you imagine what it would have felt like if he really had? Peeling back your skin, scraping out bits of your organs. Putting probes through your eyes after cutting open the back of your head. Cutting your bones apart and fitting them different ways between your muscles. Trying to figure out if he was in the mood to hear you scream or not, because if he wasn't and you cried too much he'd punish you for it later, and if he was and you had too much fight in you he'd make it even worse.
That's who you wanted me to ask for help?
edited 6th May '16 2:21:02 AM by WonderSquid
I used to — I used to think I was going mad at first. Not just from the voices. Everything was louder and nothing looked right, and I didn't know what was going on. Maybe I was going mad, too.
It was almost a blessing when I started getting worn away, after all my memories. It was harder to remember I was trapped, or feel upset, or know enough about what was happening to me to be afraid of it.
...
I don't know what's going on anymore. I can't fix this.
edited 6th May '16 2:33:24 AM by WonderSquid
I ruined their lives. All of them, forever. There's no cure. They'll be like that for the rest of their lives. They don't know it was me yet, but someone's gonna have to tell them sooner or later.
And after this, I'm gonna have to stay here, forever. So I can't make anyone else sick. I'll never see Tifa or anyone else again.
So maybe I should just... y'know. Just get it over with.
... I don't want you to die, Cloud. I don't want you gone. You're the only real family I have. And I know I'm not supposed to have family and I know I'm supposed to fight some secret war with evil robots but I only do that when I'm not with you.
Without you, I'd be dead, or some mindless Decepticon drone.
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?

-Nimbus pops up behind him-
You should leave hiding in plain sight to the professionals.
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?