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[yamawolf]

Who: yamawolf // a_general_chaos.
When: After his post and after telling Marlene that he had something to do
Where: The Beach
Rating: PG
Summary: To find the means and pay tribute.

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[furorimperator]

"Now just walk away...don't you watch me die..."

Those words flashed through his mind over and over. And the feeling of utter hopelessness continued to break over him like a cresting wave. She'd given him her guns, the last possessions she took with her in trying to escape hell.

And he'd granted that request. Though it'd slain something of his mighty soul to do it, he'd turned and walked away. The last testament to her bravery, though he'd fallen and screamed like a brokenhearted child once the guilt overtook him and her life ended.

...to have failed so completely. A snicker echoed in the deep recesses of his mind. Melancholy, my son?

But he shook it off and blinked back to the present, absently fishing in his shirt pocket and withdrawing the only things he'd extracted from his examination of Revy's quarters. A pack of cigarettes and a lighter. Small, but something. Her guns he'd placed gently atop her still-rumpled bed.

There were only two left in the pack. The General expertly shook out one and, holding it between his lips, lit it and exhaled a soft cloud of white smoke into the island breeze.

Watching it dissipate into the air, he said quietly, "I believe Revy would rather have us remember her as she was, full of life and fire, living every chance we had and regretting nothing."

Taking another breath of poison, he stared thoughtfully at the slim thing before offering it across to the boy with a half-nod.

[yamawolf]

He understood the man's words, but he had this presumption that it was something always done anyway. Like if he hadn't voiced it, someone here would have already placed a design of stones in shape for a empty grave.

And the cigarette's smoke had caught Yamato's eye as well, watching it fade into the air like a quick escape. And he envied the phantom particles of breath, of smoke, of wind and air itself. Wishing they could disappear with free will as well, so that they wouldn't be a solid matter to be chomped on, scratched and torn. So when night came down, there would be nothing to capture them.

Yamato was taken from the thoughts as he finally realized he was staring at the cigarette before him, it was an offering. And he lifted his blue eyes to the man, watching silver bangs sway with the nod.

Was he alright to do this? He knew what it was, it smelled the same like the stokes his father smoked. Would this make Sephiroth feel better?

Yamato hesitantly took the cigarette in his fingers, holding it awkwardly. Not confident in how to grasp it, but trying to hold it tight enough so that it didn't slip from his fingers, but not tight enough to where it crushed. Already, this notion was becoming too much work for him and he frowned as he brought the filter to his lips. Blinking, until smoke got into his eyes and he had to close them. He inhaled. The smoke lingering in his cheeks before he swallowed the cloud down his throat.

That got him to quickly usher the cigarette back to Sephiroth as he began to cough and gag. His cheeks red and his eyes watering as he tried to force the smoke from his lungs and throat like it was water.