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[fallen_cetra]

[The screen is partially blocked by a hand, as if someone tried to grab it and accidentally turned it on. Despite the pouring rain, the voice can still be heard over it.]

The way is lost, darkness leads the edge of night, the Harbinger brings the Calamity and all is falling screaming screaming in the night with the noise but the way is LOST. I

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[onafixedpath]

[This is a hallucination. Sephiroth might not be, this whole planet might not be, but this is. Not Jenova,.. She's not here. The Calamity, Metoer... they're not back. But that voice... He stares into the Sphere, seemingly frozen. He can barely bring himself to say her name.]

Aerith?

[fallen_cetra]

Fallen into darkness into shadow into void. You promised me you'd come but you never came. Gone. What once was can never be regained. Nothing left but broken pieces, dust and glass and powdered ashes.

Ghosts can't come back from that place. The darkness claimed him, nothing left. That man took him. Never came. My name...swallowed up by the roaring silence left by the screams. Nnnnnn-no. I...had a name, once...it's gone now.

[onafixedpath]

[His worst nightmare come to life. She blamed him; of course she did. He'd failed her. How did he trick himself into thinking anyone could forgive him, after all he'd done? He couldn't even forgive himself.]

I let you die. [He just stood by. He watched Sephiroth kill her as if it was nothing, and that's what he did. He did nothing. He just watched.]

[fallen_cetra]

No. Not dead. All is gone but for me. The last left to walk the paths between the living and the dead. I...I didn't mean to... It was an accident, an accident. Not enough time...

Ghosts aren't supposed to come back from the Lifestream. He tried to come for me and Hojo killed them. One by one they fell, back to the Promised Land they went. All alone, Nanaki left not long after.

I asked him to come for me and they all died.

[dei_irati]

[Madness, Vergil knows. Intimately.] A prophecy.

[fallen_cetra]

Not prophecy. It is not futures nor pasts. It is present. Must return. The last dies with the Planet if the Sacred Word cannot be found. It is LOST, must find it. He stole it from me.

[dei_irati]

And you have been stolen from your planet.

[fallen_cetra]

Yes. Must return! [She knows this on an instinctive level. She can feel it. Knows it in her soul that she's not on Gaia. She's bonded to her Planet in ways most people wouldn't even understand.]

Where is it. They've taken it from me. [She doesn't even care about the rain pelting her in the face, furious with being taken away, the separation is painful.] No way back, cannot feel it, cannot sense it. Gone, gone, gone, gone, GONE. Where is it? I need it...

[distantallure]

"Must be stopped"?

[fallen_cetra]

Broken little puppets in a broken little play. Must be stopped, the Calamity will destroy the Promised Land.

[distantallure]

Mother won't be stopped.

[fallen_cetra]

That thing is nothing's mother, only devours. Not creates. Experiments and remnants, scattered like broken glass. All gone. That man may have killed the others, didn't kill me. The sacred word is lost not gone, I will find it. The Weapons are aimless, must be found.

[formyreunion]

Your voice is familiar, but you speak as broken as you are.

[fallen_cetra]

One two three little puppets on a broken set of strings, how many more hiding in the wings? Born in a lab, lost in the dark, all the little puppets, waltzing in the park. We're all broken, born that way, weren't you? Nothing but broken pieces reflecting shadows of the Harbinger. That man, he didn't do a very good job recreating him, did he? You can feel it, can't you. The broken pieces. All of you, missing parts, don't feel whole. Never feel whole. It won't make you feel that way, will only fade into the cold. Everything will.

[formyreunion]

I'm not going to fade!

Mother's probably destroying your planet as we speak.

[fallen_cetra]

JENOVA has no love for any of its puppets, they are to break and use as it sees fit, and it will consume everything even its little puppets. Nothing is safe, nothing is sacred. All the little puppets will be wiped out with everything else.

Not yet, the Calamity is summoned, not arrived yet.

[pharshinra]

Are you from Gaia as well? [Though she prods, she knows exactly who that voice belongs to.]

[fallen_cetra]

Yeeeessssss... [The voice has a harsh rasp, like she uses it too much. The screaming in the night has all but ruined Aerith's vocal cords.]

[pharshinra]

How interesting. There seem to be a lot of you arriving. [She takes that as Aerith has no idea who she is.]

[fallen_cetra]

Stolen. Taken away. Need to return, the Calamity is coming. [Aerith doesn't recognize her, and she's too far away to feel Lifestreams. So until then Miss Shinra is safe from overdoses of crazy.]