[Kadaj is bored, and restless, well in that respect nothing much has changed. With all the chaos going on thanks to the Mist and monsters, he decides it's time to use it to his personal advantage ( Read more... )

I grow restless, and bored. You're the great mastermind. Let's do something.

Aren't you going to miss him?

Now I have one less person to play my games with! But, I'm bored. What should I do?

[Kadaj is more amused than anything by the changes going around, other than his own of course. He switches on the video, keeping the camera on his shoulders up. His skin is getting paler, taking on a greyish-blue undertone. The texture doesn't look quite natural either...almost synthetic. The inner and outer corners of his eyes are a pale ( Read more... )

Thank you. If anything, you only proved my point that I'm surrounded by backstabbers, and while I had some fun I'm starting to get more and more bored with everyone...

I don't know what's supposed to be so entertaining about a carnival, so why don't I start a new, better game? Who wants in?

Anyone I come to tolerate or hold loyalty to disappear.

Is this Mother's punishment to me for possibly straying?

I long to hear her voice and answer, even if it's a bad one. I can't stand this silence anymore!

I don't want to talk to anyone. [End transmission.]

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I have made sandwiches for anyone who wants them. I was hoping you would accept one, Genesis, seeing as I have saved one for you.

The meat was beginning to rot, so I ate that and replaced it with new meat. They probably won't kill you now.

[The video opens to a darkened room. Kadaj's room, to be exact. There's a figure that moves fast across the floor before it comes into view to show the remnant, frosting all over his face and in his hair.]

It doesn't matter how many times I call out to you, does it? You won't come, because...

I miss her! What do I do now?!

[Kadaj turns on the video, but all you get is a zipper and wrist. He doesn't do anything at first, just stands there. Then there's a thud as if a wall was punched hard, the materia in his wrist starting to pulse. There's the sound of metal scraping against a scabbard, and a clear and outraged "I've had enough." The door slams and he's gone. If ( Read more... )