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[cloudywolf]

[ Why keep fighting?

It's a question Cloud asked himself day after day, even as he fought foul creatures, learned medicine to find a cure for a disease no one could explain, and sought forgiveness from his dearest friends.

The feel of a sword in his hands was still familiar, oddly comforting in a way, and training kept his mind from wandering too much. Kept him from feeling too weak, too useless to do anything.

There would be another fight; that was life for Cloud Strife. He kept fighting so he wouldn't be caught unaware. But between training and fighting and watching for the next disaster, life happened.

Life somehow dumped him on a long stretch of road, the hot sun beating down on him (was it possible he wore too much black?), sword at his hip, digging in uncomfortably, and the world above him.

Slowly, he dragged himself upright, adjusting his glasses. ]