[Zack watches Cloud like that for an extended moment, the way he holds the sword, the way he looks, the expression he's wearing. The way it seems... right. It's right, that Cloud has it now. Somehow, even if Zack can't explain it, it's right.

The sword is where it belongs, now. And even though it hurts, even though it's like leaving a part of himself - and Angeal - behind, Zack takes a slow step backwards, as if to stop himself from reaching out for it.]

I guess... that's it. ...Just take care of it, Cloud. Using it... that brings wear, tear, and rust. And that's a waste, you know?

[It's not the first time he's said it. But Cloud forgot, and... it's something he needs to know. The sword is important. More than anyone could ever know. Swords with history deserve the right treatment.]