[Gillian, very quietly] ... my son... He has not contacted me in several days. I can... only hope that he and Genesis are all right.

... ... ...

[A little more loudly] ... I am concerned for those who have returned to childhood.

... it is over.

...

Thank you.

( Private to Angeal, unhackable. )

[There's a violent wind howling, and the rain seems to be especially hard and loud]

[Gillian, sound exhausted] ... it never rained like this in Banora...

Yes... I did... ... always imagine it would look like Midgar.