Title: A legacy and our silence weighs more than his sword
Characters: Zack, Cloud, Angeal
Rating: PG - 13
Summary: In that time where Zack is still heavy in the depth of Cloud’s psyche, but they know themselves to be separate, two heroes are mourned.
And this is a legacy of breaking and broken. We collapse, empty, on floors of unhallowed churches. We grasp swords with the blood of their owner still warm on the hilt. This is defeat, like a punch in the stomach that we will never guard against; to raise arms would tear us further. We cannot shut off our hearts, that seem to be nothing more than jagged clockwork, scraping uneven along the underside of our ribs when we move, breathe, think.
And the green is etched into us like our own poison; it runs us strong, dissolves our bones. In the end a legacy is nothing but dead words, dry ink in our heads, we can smell the powder of it coating the inside of our skulls.
We would bear that cross with nails in our hands, our backs, our heads for those whose legacy we carry, would bear worlds for their presence. But we cannot stand to keep this legacy they burdened us with. It is not hands or smiles or banter; it is the hollowness of an empty needle, words we cannot speak. We cannot say, Angeal. We cannot say, Zack.
(And really, what else is worth saying?)