Ramza gasped. He had witnessed allies falling in battle, and even turning into crystal...but that only happened when they had gone beyond the aid of phoenix down or white magic. Only when they were dead.

Ramza stepped forward again, eyes running Cloud up and down as he checked for any sign of a lingering injury. Even if he was not, or not yet, the Cloud he had know, Ramza still counted him an ally, even a friend. "You are sure you are well? There are no lingering effects? None I have ever seen turn to crystal have turned back. You are fortunate to be alive."

[[Sorry, Cloud, he'd tell you all about Simon if he wasn't so distracted by the fact that you're a zombie :P ]]