[ Zack is the only one who looks back, glancing over his shoulder again with that same imploring expression. He doesn't understand half of what's going on, here, but as it turns out, he doesn't really need to. The big guy blocking their way out takes a step toward him, practically boiling over with outrage, but the pretense of this being a simple mission Zack has failed to remember the objective of (an unfortunately common bad dream, actually) falls away as he explains.
Zack's anger is subtler - at first. His eyes narrow, the leather of well-worn gloves creaking as his hands curl into fists at his sides, and he drops his head, briefly, shaking it as he casts his gaze across the debris-strewn bunker floor. ]
What do you know about humanity...? [ Half muttered, before he finishes that thought in a near-shout, head snapping back up, ] Talking like that!
[ It's not Danse's presence that he feels beside him, for a moment, but (Angeal, Sephiroth, Genesis) someone else, no less haunted and ultimately destroyed by this same kind of rhetoric. He's not going to just stand by and let it happen again. (He's not going to be the one to do it again.) ]
It doesn't matter how he was born. That's not what makes him human.
[ And it doesn't matter what was meant to be, either, as far as he's concerned. Danse is alive, now, and that's what matters.
Despite his height, Zack isn't particularly intimidating, if one doesn't recognize the uniform, the telltale mako-blue of his eyes. But he takes a step toward Maxson, anyway, putting himself firmly between him and Danse. ]
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Zack's anger is subtler - at first. His eyes narrow, the leather of well-worn gloves creaking as his hands curl into fists at his sides, and he drops his head, briefly, shaking it as he casts his gaze across the debris-strewn bunker floor. ]
What do you know about humanity...? [ Half muttered, before he finishes that thought in a near-shout, head snapping back up, ] Talking like that!
[ It's not Danse's presence that he feels beside him, for a moment, but (Angeal, Sephiroth, Genesis) someone else, no less haunted and ultimately destroyed by this same kind of rhetoric. He's not going to just stand by and let it happen again. (He's not going to be the one to do it again.) ]
It doesn't matter how he was born. That's not what makes him human.
[ And it doesn't matter what was meant to be, either, as far as he's concerned. Danse is alive, now, and that's what matters.
Despite his height, Zack isn't particularly intimidating, if one doesn't recognize the uniform, the telltale mako-blue of his eyes. But he takes a step toward Maxson, anyway, putting himself firmly between him and Danse. ]
Nobody else is dying. Not on my watch.