[ 014 - Audiostream ]
[ The trickle of water that can be heard in the background runs constant, precisely one second between the time each drop falls, and the time it hits the cement. Nothing interrupts the dripping, not even a breeze. ]
[ It keeps falling. ]
[ Drip, drip, drip, drip, drip. ]
[ But then there are footsteps. They approach slowly, thick soles planted with care upon the ground, stirring no rocks, no dirt, but they're hardly a whisper. Just...careful. Measured. Pacing. ]
[ They fade away, and then return again. ]
Linked dreams...
[ The voice belongs to Yazoo; by now the lot of you should know it by heart, and most of you know that when he has anything to say over the Network it generally doesn't bode well for other people. ]
[ He picks up the device, squeezing it in a tight, leather-clad grip that creaks too closely to the receiver end. ]
...Others have had them, hm? But I don't think...anyone understands the way that I do.
[ His pacing comes to a slow stop, the dripping water far behind him now. The sound of waves can be heard instead. Waves brushing the shore, rocking violently against the jutting stones. No birds cry through the air. It's just the turbulent water ahead...beating, crashing, pulverizing the beach. ]
It has...left me wondering. If the only way out, back to Her, is to...
[ He flicks off the public feed and goes private. ]
[ LOCKED to LUCIELA ]
I am going home. Back to...Mother.
[ Because Gaia isn't necessarily where he belongs; he belongs by Jenova's side, and that is all. ]
You're not...well, you not family. You're nothing to Mother, nothing in Her grand scheme...but.
That doesn't mean I want to see you hurt. Be careful around Aizen...hm? And around the rest of these clods.
I won't say I'll miss you. Chances are, I won't even remember you. But as long as you're here...you will remember, hm? So, don't forget what I said.
[ /LOCKED ]
[ It keeps falling. ]
[ Drip, drip, drip, drip, drip. ]
[ But then there are footsteps. They approach slowly, thick soles planted with care upon the ground, stirring no rocks, no dirt, but they're hardly a whisper. Just...careful. Measured. Pacing. ]
[ They fade away, and then return again. ]
Linked dreams...
[ The voice belongs to Yazoo; by now the lot of you should know it by heart, and most of you know that when he has anything to say over the Network it generally doesn't bode well for other people. ]
[ He picks up the device, squeezing it in a tight, leather-clad grip that creaks too closely to the receiver end. ]
...Others have had them, hm? But I don't think...anyone understands the way that I do.
[ His pacing comes to a slow stop, the dripping water far behind him now. The sound of waves can be heard instead. Waves brushing the shore, rocking violently against the jutting stones. No birds cry through the air. It's just the turbulent water ahead...beating, crashing, pulverizing the beach. ]
It has...left me wondering. If the only way out, back to Her, is to...
[ He flicks off the public feed and goes private. ]
[ LOCKED to LUCIELA ]
I am going home. Back to...Mother.
[ Because Gaia isn't necessarily where he belongs; he belongs by Jenova's side, and that is all. ]
You're not...well, you not family. You're nothing to Mother, nothing in Her grand scheme...but.
That doesn't mean I want to see you hurt. Be careful around Aizen...hm? And around the rest of these clods.
I won't say I'll miss you. Chances are, I won't even remember you. But as long as you're here...you will remember, hm? So, don't forget what I said.
[ /LOCKED ]