[ There's something important about this. Something about the words, the weight they carry. There's a weird prickling sensation behind his eyes, the throbbing in his head intensifies.
He stands and crosses the floor. There's something uncertain across his face, half-hidden yet clearly visible behind the crumbling mask of annoyance and insult. He reached out, grabbing the sword by the hilt.
Don't say anything. Don't acknowledge whatever it is. Cloud's mind is forcing itself to ignore all of that, focusing instead on the fact that this guy has no right to touch his sword.
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He stands and crosses the floor. There's something uncertain across his face, half-hidden yet clearly visible behind the crumbling mask of annoyance and insult. He reached out, grabbing the sword by the hilt.
Don't say anything. Don't acknowledge whatever it is. Cloud's mind is forcing itself to ignore all of that, focusing instead on the fact that this guy has no right to touch his sword.
But he can't ignore it. ]