[Cloud smiles as he sees the painting. The regret of those lost weighs on him, but it's good to see them remembered like this.
Flashes of a photograph blink in his mind. Two different versions. Two different ways he remembers. The voice that's been bothering him for the past little while buzzes in confusion but he pushes it aside.]
I think I got here too late to meet some of them. Looks like you were all good friends.
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Flashes of a photograph blink in his mind. Two different versions. Two different ways he remembers. The voice that's been bothering him for the past little while buzzes in confusion but he pushes it aside.]
I think I got here too late to meet some of them. Looks like you were all good friends.