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Sep. 14th, 2008 05:03 pmAfter finding the sword, Zack had meditated. Thoughts about everything bombarded him accompanied by the emotions of those thoughts. He had cried in the church and eventually decided that it was best to find some place quiet and alone where he could properly and undisturbed mourn his friends, his mentors.
Now safely at home, he cried more freely. It was easier, if only marginally, with Javert since he had not killed him and their time together had been so much shorter. He remembered the first time they met, the time he had brought Zack out of his misery when he was trapped in Mark Cohen and fixed them both a cup of coffee. He remembered building this hut and their disagreement about dreams. The one big thing that was markedly different about him and Angeal.
Eventually the tears had stopped. He still felt emotional about everything, but he'd given himself the chance mourn properly so it wasn't a feeling of hopelessness that gripped him now. He was lying on his cot, the sword's hilt still in his hand and the rest of the sword lying next to him on the cot. He stared at the ceiling, looking at nothing in the room, instead he was caught up in his own thoughts.
Now safely at home, he cried more freely. It was easier, if only marginally, with Javert since he had not killed him and their time together had been so much shorter. He remembered the first time they met, the time he had brought Zack out of his misery when he was trapped in Mark Cohen and fixed them both a cup of coffee. He remembered building this hut and their disagreement about dreams. The one big thing that was markedly different about him and Angeal.
Eventually the tears had stopped. He still felt emotional about everything, but he'd given himself the chance mourn properly so it wasn't a feeling of hopelessness that gripped him now. He was lying on his cot, the sword's hilt still in his hand and the rest of the sword lying next to him on the cot. He stared at the ceiling, looking at nothing in the room, instead he was caught up in his own thoughts.
