[He's good at reading tone. Can see something else isn't quite right here. Might be looking for something in this stranger. But Cloud doesn't have much to offer - flowers were rare back home, both in Midgar and Edge. The most he'd seen were out in the wild, far far away from anything civilization could touch.
...usually his hallucinations do go differently than this. A patch of flowers. Nice sunny day.
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...usually his hallucinations do go differently than this. A patch of flowers. Nice sunny day.
A familiar f--]
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[Huh.]
So. We're not hallucinating. We're dead.
[It finally fucking happened, didn't it.]