[Her water isn't working. She pulls her hands back close to her body and stares at them in shock as soon as she realizes it's doing nothing to temper the flames.
The boy. He's not even running. This is...?
Her mind, always logical, follows the connections and pieces it together: a dream.]
[There's something pleased about the line of her mouth. But rather than the glee and triumph she herself once dreamed of, it's a grim satisfaction. Just as it had been three years ago - more.]
Then why are you still here in this place?
[This, too, is a plain question, and one she might easily be asked herself. If her vengeance is achieved, why does she keep going in circles in the same spot with all her thoughts and all her drives since then?]
Sephiroth tries to act, but there seems to be nothing to be done--to stop the fire or to heal the people. In his world, the recently dead can often be revived. When he realizes he can't do anything, he stops, becoming aware that this must be a dream, so he studies it as a general, analyzing the position of the bodies, the blaze itself.
He does notice something off about the man with the gun, but he's not so easily analyzed, for the simple reason that he doesn't seem to fit. Curious. He looks down at the child, sympathetic. His own childhood was not always pleasant. Sephiroth's own eyes glow softly, but the glow is green.]
It can be difficult. Perhaps I can help you somehow.
[He doubts that it is fine, but he does not argue with the man's assertion. He himself rarely admits when things are wrong, for what good does that do? Dealing with the problem at hand is what matters.] I understand.
[ It's not the corpses she tries to touch. It's the boy, her hands on his shoulders to urge him to get out and away, away from the murderer and his wrongness, before she realizes she can't change what's going on.
Comments 20
The boy. He's not even running. This is...?
Her mind, always logical, follows the connections and pieces it together: a dream.]
Reply
Remember him. The one who caused your suffering is him.
[This is her advice to the child looking at the ruin of everything he loved and everything that made up his world, the child who lost everything.]
Reply
[And good riddance to him. Still, even if this dream comes less frequently these days, it's still painful to watch, just as it was twenty years ago.]
Reply
Then why are you still here in this place?
[This, too, is a plain question, and one she might easily be asked herself. If her vengeance is achieved, why does she keep going in circles in the same spot with all her thoughts and all her drives since then?]
Reply
Sephiroth tries to act, but there seems to be nothing to be done--to stop the fire or to heal the people. In his world, the recently dead can often be revived. When he realizes he can't do anything, he stops, becoming aware that this must be a dream, so he studies it as a general, analyzing the position of the bodies, the blaze itself.
He does notice something off about the man with the gun, but he's not so easily analyzed, for the simple reason that he doesn't seem to fit. Curious. He looks down at the child, sympathetic. His own childhood was not always pleasant. Sephiroth's own eyes glow softly, but the glow is green.]
It can be difficult. Perhaps I can help you somehow.
Reply
[He keeps his gaze fixed ahead of him as he speaks, on the retreating backs of his younger self and his uncle.]
I've already done what I needed to do, anyway.
Reply
Did you? What was needed?
Reply
And the scene shifts, and--
Is he...? ]
You are sleeping, though. That's something.
Reply
[He has no doubt that, outside of this dream, he's clutching a silly pink bunny plushie tightly, but no one needs to know that.]
Reply
Reply
Leave a comment