"Hm." Cloud may have brought it up, but now that he thinks about it, he hasn't really given much thought to what he'd want besides his--well, Zack's sword. He has no idea how this works, but maybe since he was the last one in possession of the Buster Sword, he can request it for Zack?

Other than that, Cloud doesn't own anything. Not anymore. Not for a long time, now. Even the clothes he came here in aren't his - they're not even his own uniform. So what would he even request for himself?

Doesn't matter. He's never done any of the things necessary to make those requests anyway. He'll think about it later.

He rubs a towel vigorously over his hair, which has already started to spike up again as it dries. Once he's about as dry as he's going to get, he spreads the towels and his wet clothes out on the floor or whatever convenient surface Zechs might volunteer, and then leans against the nearest wall and folds his arms, looking sort of halfway between cool and awkward.

"In battle. Right?"