[Voice] 007

[silvergeneral]

[confused, perhaps a little concerned]
...Mother?

[undercurrent of what might be panic]
Mother!

[a couple more seconds pass]
Gone. Utterly. They've taken her, I think. The Malnosso. I know no others in this place that could... make her feel such fear.

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[silvergeneral]

[if she's looking through the book, for a moment, his eyes are glowing like Cure materia on steroids; his voice is strained]

They are. She screams for me. Her fear; it is choking.

[silvergeneral]

[If he were not in such a state, he would notice that she's a stranger--he likes to recognize everyone even if he doesn't approach them.]

You have a plan?

[silvergeneral]

[It does sound like reason. Alas that Sephiroth is swinging around a little on the reasonableness scale at the moment. He laughs a little.]

United. Oh never that, my lady. Not here.

[silvergeneral]

Too many of us are enemies. Past aggressions are not usually brushed aside so easily.

[silvergeneral]

Butcher you say? It sounds as if you are projecting the situation from your home world onto this one. You think them similar?

[silvergeneral]

Hardly. I need not insinuate when you drew the parallel yourself.

You speak grand words, my lady. Show me how you fight an enemy with no face, who leaves no trace. Show me how you stop the Malnosso and save the taken, and then I might lend a more believing ear to your cause.