[ Cloud looks at her, unfamiliar familiarity ringing through him. He's seen her around, right? But... no, something is wrong with that. He feels both like she's familiar and a total stranger, and both voices are pounding in his head. He grabs at his temple, shaking it off as he looks back up at her, his ethereal, blue-green eyes shining in the light. There's no other word for it, he looks out of his mind. ]

Can't you tell? Don't you feel how... wrong it all is? Something's going to happen. It feels like everything's on the edge of snapping.

[ The part of him on-edge is contrasting with the easygoing young man from the end of the month. This one is hard, a voice edged with a trauma he can't place. Even this paradoxical contrast feels somehow both achingly familiar and foreign. ]

I don't know what, but I don't plan to just sit inside as whoever, or whatever is messing with us.