Barrett was working on the Avalanche. Biggs, Wedge, and Jessie were at the chocobo races. Cloud and Tifa were walking slowly amid the crowds thronging the Gold Saucer. The two talked about old times, old acquaintances, Nibelheim. But always steering away from that night and what had come after.
After awhile, they ran out of safe topics and Cloud spoke up. "Let's cut to the chase. What do you want?" It was loaded question that could be answered any number of ways.
"Our group needs a fighter, Cloud. You're the best one I know." Tifa had grown hard over the years, pragmatic.
Cloud narrowed his Mako-infused eyes and then said, "Okay, you got me."
Since October 3rd, 2000 | "Quite a thing to live in fear, isn't it? That's what it is to be a slave."