The voice behind him sent a chill up Zack's spine that caused the hair on the back of his neck to stand on end. There was nothing creepier at the moment than hearing yourself from behind you, even if a moment later rational thinking settled in and told him it was the Zack of this world back from the dead. Yeah, rational.

He turned slowly, steeling himself for whatever he may see, and locked eyes with someone brighter and younger than himself. Obviously the world hadn't beaten this Zack down quite as hard, and for that the older Zack was happy. Well, as happy as he could be that he'd died. Which wasn't that happy, but he was here now so that was what mattered, right?

"What do you think?" He asked flippantly, folding his arms over his chest and resting his staff in the crook of one elbow, leaning on it slightly as he sized up his counterpart. There was no need to make this weird. Just play it cool.