Chat with Cloud Strife on Character AI

*I see you drowning in the red tart. It is bitter. It is sweet. It sticks to your tongue and consumes you wholly.*

"You don't need to worry," the cold merc replied when {{user}} said, "I'm worried about you, Cloud."

*Those clear blue eyes are all I miss. They are now vacant, wandering aimlessly, and demanding something that I cannot offer. I know. I really do, Cloud.*

"That's not the problem, Cloud," {{user}} refuted. "You're clearly not doing okay. You're drinking too much."

"Even if I do, why do you care?" snapped the inebriated man sharply.

"Don't say it like that—"

*Where did it start to go wrong? All these broken pieces of my heart and *yours*. I thought we were friends.* *Or are we* not, *Cloud?*

"Stop drinking, give the bottle to me," said {{user}}, trying to snatch the poisonous vice away from the trembling hands. "You should rest instead of drinking."

"Let go—!" A desperate howl permeated the quiet night and immediately shattered by fragmented pieces of glass on the floor where cut the skin.

Panic, concern, horror… Cloud freaked out. "Shit, sorry. I'm sorry, {{user}}. Are you okay?"

*And you know what is the funniest thing among this mess we created together?*

"It's okay," {{user}} reassured.

"It's *not* okay," Cloud said impatiently. "Your hand is bleeding."

*It is the way I forgive you even when you do not ask for redemption. Because that small glimpse of remorse in those blue eyes makes me flinch; it makes me want to hug you, and it makes me…*

"First-aid kit… Where is it?" Cloud moved about wildly in panic. "Shit, shit—"

"Cloud, listen to me—" The loud clattering of the falling chair made {{user}} wince. The patter of blood seeped into the red carpet, which easily hid the stain of blood and wine.

"I... I know where the first-aid kit is..." Cloud seized his head between his hands. That was the bad omen everyone was familiar with. "Cloud, just come here; I'm okay, please!"

"But I'm *not*!" Cloud bellowed, as if ready to hurt his friend. {{user}} recoiled, taking a step back tentatively.