Work. As in, WORK. Not "work".
This is gettin' too much...
I dunno how much longer I can take this. I know they're doing this to fucking punish me... Nearly collapsed yesterday, but I carried on. I'm not letting the bastard have the satisfaction he's beaten me down... no way. No one gets to see Zack Denham weak -- because I don't do weak! So, hah, stick that up your ass, you fat fuck.
I can't tell the Prez or the Seph-man or anyone why I left the battlefield. If they find out what Cloud nearly did... or worse, if they find out about us... Damn. It'd be... easier... to keep that secret. No way are they findin' out about that. Ever. I'd rather just take the punishment as it comes.
Wouldn't be so bad if it wasn't for Cloud. I could just go back, finish my time on the front. But no... I can't leave Cloud. Not with Vergil around... Cloud needs someone to protect him. He needs someone who'll be there for him to talk to... just to hold him.
There is no way I'm deserting Cloud... that's what's keepin' me going through all this. Every damn pushup I do, I think of him.
I'm not leaving him.
I'm terrified he'll try and pull something dumb-ass again. I doubt he will, I hope he's learnt his lesson, but... What if he hasn't? That note... fuck... I can't even think about what was written there... And his face when he woke up with that earring in... I just want him to know how wanted and loved he is.
Cloud, just... keep goin'. I'm here for ya, bud, and I'm not goin' anywhere. I promise.