-His wings and fingers twitch a couple times as the feeling slowly returns to them- What, that? Don't worry about it. It's — I was stupid, I should have figured that's why you were gone so long. It's okay. Don't worry about it. I'm fine. Have a sandwich. I made them. They're good. -Picks up a sandwich and starts eating to shut himself up-
That, uh... that was fun, right?
MY SOUL IS DARK BUT MY HAIR IS COLORFUL — Brahian Pokémon AlchemistWithout Cloud Strife, I would be dead.
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?Maybe he's just upset. It's not like he's gone off about voices in his head, or thinks that lizard people run the world or something...
I — I'm not a — that's not — I have to. I have to do it. It's —
Everything. In my life, ever, everything that ever mattered — what was most important was — what it means that you should live, that you belong somewhere — you're there, and you're family's with you, and they talk to you, and you're — and you're alive. And you know, that's what it was all for, it was all for them — no matter how much it hurts, it's all for them, and for a year of more hurting, it'd be worth just a day of knowing that — that you're not worthless, it hurts so much, again and again, but I'm afraid, I can't be alone anymore, I'm afraid and I don't know what to do, and...
It's... it's like being blind, all your life. And deaf, and scent-deaf and numb, and everything. And then someone just... looks at you, and remembers your name, and says it, and — and suddenly you exist, and everything — everything's different — they looked at you, and you have a name, and —
And... and... now there's no one left. They're all gone. And it's my fault, it's always my fault, and if they aren't here, if not one person in everything thinks I should be alive, because I'm — because I'm Cloud from Nibelheim and last week I stopped to have tea and deliver a package, or I passed him a wrench yesterday and he was proud of me because I knew it was the right one, or he made her so happy, just being there to fall asleep against that night, or — or — he said thank you and I missed you, and... and it mattered to me that he would miss me... what else do I have? No one left to matter to. Done so many terrible things... never deserved family. Never deserved a name. Never deserved anything. Worthless. But... but they were my family. And... and they made everything matter. They made me matter. I never wanted anything more than that. Don't care about wings. Don't care about being human. Those are selfish. Selfish to want anything more than that. I'm never being selfish, ever again. Going to be the best person I can, so you'll never hate me like Zack did. I've done good things, haven't I? Haven't I done good? Do you hate me?
If everyone's gone... what then? Who will I matter to then? Who will tell me if I've done good? If I deserve to be here? Can't tell myself. Liars. Always liars, in my head. I'm a liar, too. All liars... never going back. Never going back. Never going back. Never going back. Never going back. Never going back...
-Breaks off muttering to himself-
MY SOUL IS DARK BUT MY HAIR IS COLORFUL — Brahian Pokémon Alchemist

Wait, come ba-!
......Ah, man...