001 || First Dream

[sixthsefira]

[It begins with a simple gray metallic room. The place where most of the fun the man had managed to have with the two people whom actually cared about him as a person and not as a weapon nor as a science specimen, had taken place. Also the place where everything had begun to go downhill actually. That last spar, the wound Genesis received during it

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[no_hometown]

[It's the cannon again. Or the illusory version of it from the Training Room program. He saw it in the other Genesis' dream, and now he's here again, regarding--himself, it appears, and also Genesis, still reciting that poem, as if there's an endless loop of it playing in the man's head. It's curious, to look at himself, to see that he's aged, but that isn't so odd. Everyone ages.

It seems he can't escape from LOVELESS. Or himself.]

One would almost think there were no other poems in the world.

[no_hometown]

How can I do that? [He would, if it were possible now.] There's too much that needs my attention, too many people I would be abandoning. [He thinks of Zack, first. How can he leave him after he's lost Angeal?

But there are other problems. He needs an exit plan, and that's something he doesn't have. ShinRa won't exactly allow one of its "weapons" to defect. Where would he go? Where is there to go? Suddenly, he laughs, though he hadn't meant to. He doesn't find the situation amusing.]

You know it's not that easy. They won't be pleased with my departure. [To say the least.]