There's no more time to be impressed than there is to wonder what, exactly, is going on - but he will be, later, because this all feels too real to just be a dream, doesn't it? Though maybe that's only the power of bad memories resurfacing.
Zack all but dives for the cover of the mountain, plunging into total darkness right alongside her. The alternative being ending up crushed like bugs beneath the falling Plate, though, there's no room to search for other options, either.
As that looming, empty blackness envelopes them, it seems to blot out all sound along with the remaining light. There's no hot rush of air at their backs, as the fire is smothered by the crushing weight from above, no deafening, head-ringing crash as it all comes down. There's just... quiet. And that eerie, lingering sense of familiarity.
Zack holds his breath without meaning to, his grip on Tifa's hand a little too tight. But he can't see his own hand in front of his face, let alone where she is, in this dark. If he loses her— He doesn't want to think about it. He just starts shuffling his feet forward again, hoping to find the other end of this cave - tunnel? The toes of his boots stutter on something distinctly unnatural, a metal grate that clanks loudly in the silence. Zack's stomach drops. The sound brings with it the pale, green glow of mako, a reddish cast to the lights suddenly overhead. The reactor materializes out of the gloom around them, and he almost wishes they'd taken their chances with the Plate, after all.
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Zack all but dives for the cover of the mountain, plunging into total darkness right alongside her. The alternative being ending up crushed like bugs beneath the falling Plate, though, there's no room to search for other options, either.
As that looming, empty blackness envelopes them, it seems to blot out all sound along with the remaining light. There's no hot rush of air at their backs, as the fire is smothered by the crushing weight from above, no deafening, head-ringing crash as it all comes down. There's just... quiet. And that eerie, lingering sense of familiarity.
Zack holds his breath without meaning to, his grip on Tifa's hand a little too tight. But he can't see his own hand in front of his face, let alone where she is, in this dark. If he loses her— He doesn't want to think about it. He just starts shuffling his feet forward again, hoping to find the other end of this cave - tunnel? The toes of his boots stutter on something distinctly unnatural, a metal grate that clanks loudly in the silence. Zack's stomach drops. The sound brings with it the pale, green glow of mako, a reddish cast to the lights suddenly overhead. The reactor materializes out of the gloom around them, and he almost wishes they'd taken their chances with the Plate, after all.