[Maybe a day and half after the
introduction of the prototype. A good three to four doses later. Intravenous was introduced at the last interval. Sephiroth began to feel more and more detached, possibly even close to feeling truly...alone]
How many times can my eyes criss-cross across the lines that the tiles make on the wall before I start to see double? Sad to think that my existence has been reduced to these simple, childish thoughts. Mother was coming, I know she was. But why can't I hear her anymore? Is she gone again?
Even Yazoo, and Kadaj's whisper that I felt so fleetingly has vanished without a trace. Faded like so many optimistic dreams.
YouR faULt. faILEd aGaiN.
No. It's one of these intravenous lines causing it, it has to be. I had the world in my hand again, it began to trickle through my fingers and I dropped it? Where did that thought come from? More like my focus slipped? Damn these manmade drugs.
waITng to DIE now.
Well, there isn't much more I can do for the moment. I swear I used to be able to simply break these large leather straps holding me down, maybe I'm getting old? HA that's a funny thought, just think you'd be sporting your first wrinkles by now if...
If she hadn't shown me...
How to change the world...
Please don't leave me here for too much longer...