☆ ━━━ Cosmos had summoned her Warriors all at once and abruptly tore them from their lives. It was basically a demand that they fight for her. It seemed even worse to Cloud that this dimension held plenty of insidious traps and they were supposed to walk blindly forth and just hope for the very best...
It seemed laughable to him.
Some of the other Warriors were more optimistic or even pumped for another shot at glory. Not Cloud. He’d fought enough battles at it was. For once, he wouldn’t mind resting his bones at a place he called home. The sword strapped to his back began to feel heavy.
He didn’t complain though. In fact, his face was basically impassive during the whole introduction to Cosmos’s campaign. But once she declared they would have a feast in their honor, he grew uncomfortable about the ordeal. It seemed... too easy and far too vague.
Cosmos had them dine in an elegant hall of marble donned with plush red rugs and a massive white table laden with food. He even recognized fruits from his own world settled on shiny platters. It seemed like a mockery to him.
However, he was one of the few it seemed that questioned any of this. Many of the other Warriors dove right into the food, slurping up questionable drinks and laughing among each other. Once Zidane began to sing up a drunken song, Cloud started to edge away from the crowd and press himself against a wall.
He wasn’t alone. Glancing to his left was a woman with pink hair and a similarly blank expression. He wondered...
Cloud asked her suddenly, “Are you going to fight?”
His question could imply many things, but he had a feeling she would understand. She wasn’t like Bartz or Tidus or that Onion Knight kid--he could see she had seen things she couldn’t readily forget--bloody things, if the sword on her hip was any indication.
