He knew that the man before him had lived. Zack didn't know quite what to expect when the older version of himself turned around. Obviously the walking stick was something he knew was coming. However, there was something else that was different. Zack wasn't quite able to put his finger on it, but something about this older man was a little more worn down than he was.

Briefly, Zack wondered about just how different things were for this guy. What was life like? Had any of the things that had happened here continued to happen for the older Zack? How much of what he was seeing was due to recovery from injuries or guilt? Well, he assumed it was guilt. He wasn't sure how he would have felt if Cloud wouldn't have made it and he had. It was bad enough with Angeal...

Mentally he shook himself free of those thoughts, hands on his hips. "Wellll. I couldn't really say! This is one of those weird things like 'do we like the same kinds of foods' or 'if I was me, which I am, what would I look for?' right?"