The of Biggs

Twenty floors up, Cloud ran into Biggs, bleeding severely and collapsed against the pillar. One of the phantoms was over him, almost as if it was a grim reaper.

"You made it… though… I might not. Hey. Is Wedge.." his voice was weak, his chest rasping. This wasn't good.

"Don't worry. He'll bounce back."

"That's… good to hear… Could've used some extra padding myself," Biggs said, laughing at his own joke, but it barely came out at all. The blood oozed, staining his blue shirt.

"Don't talk," Cloud murmured. "Save your strength." Biggs reached out, taking Cloud's hand with surprising strength.

"Cloud. Promise me. Don't let it be for nothing."

"I won't," Cloud whispered, his glowing blue eyes filling with tears.

"You're a good man. Giving me that… that comfort. Our future ... is in your hands. Goodbye, Cloud."