It happens, this man says, as though it’s normal to mistake innocent people for terrible enemies and accost them. Cloud has to wonder what Zechs has seen, that this seems normal to him. He pushes soaking wet hair back out of his face and takes a slow breath - in, out. Okay.

He shakes his head at the question. He and Zack made a little shelter in some ruins, but he sure wouldn’t call it ‘secure.’