It was a much simpler form of restlessness than Mako energy, and one that Zack certainly shared as well. It was the curse of being a country boy from a quiet backwater. It was that restlessness of wanting to do anything to avoid dying in the same one chocobo town that you grew up in. Well Nibelheim had a truck, but that's beside the point.

The energy would find its way out one way or another, and the biggest fear was not life or death but the failure to make a difference. To matter. Being a hero in this land helped with that, but having just been face with the sheer Reality of a man dying in front of him those thoughts couldn't help but creep in.

He stopped his pacing as Sephiroth 'scolded' him. He was right, there would be time to worry about this later at least. For now he needed to live. "R-right..." He checked his gear and gave Sephiroth a nod, "Whenever you're ready, Sir."