Day Zero: 10am
I rubbed my eyes, my hands, burning the dryness into them even further. The world is still not as it should me. I rolled off the tarp I call a bed, sheltered in the chaotic rubble that has somehow become my home. It is filthy. It is the slums.
Every day I spend here I feel myself getting weaker. And I feel him getting stronger. Brother.
Saying the word cracks my voice and I take a drink of water. This brother of mine, the one I have left, is really no brother at all.
Cloud.
He has taken everything from me. My beauty; now scared from our last meeting. My true brothers; lost in the rubble, yet to come home to me. My mother… Our mother…
Jenova. Sweet Jenova. Taken by that traitor brother of mine. He lives, and every day I hear his spirit in the world. I hear it and I die. Every day I die.
I am alone in the world, as darkness comes. And, I no longer have anyone to feast on it in their honour.
I am broken. I am alone.
Every day I spend here I feel myself getting weaker. And I feel him getting stronger. Brother.
Saying the word cracks my voice and I take a drink of water. This brother of mine, the one I have left, is really no brother at all.
Cloud.
He has taken everything from me. My beauty; now scared from our last meeting. My true brothers; lost in the rubble, yet to come home to me. My mother… Our mother…
Jenova. Sweet Jenova. Taken by that traitor brother of mine. He lives, and every day I hear his spirit in the world. I hear it and I die. Every day I die.
I am alone in the world, as darkness comes. And, I no longer have anyone to feast on it in their honour.
I am broken. I am alone.