"Moth-her..." Kadaj rasped, sucking in deep breaths of air that seemed devoid of oxygen. The oppressive sun glazed the landscape with dry, shimmering heat, caking the remains of the lifestream to sweaty skin. The young remnant clamped his jaw shut and forced himself to take each new exhausting step over the debris. "Yazoo...Loz..." He cracked out
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At last, he drew closer, gliding down from the sky. His own hair was silver, but he was rather noticeably different from those Kadaj was looking for. He smiled, but there was no change in the expression in his clear blue eyes as he did so.]
So strong and bright, like a silver falcon. What purpose does all this fury and flapping serve? Look, you're only clipping your own wings.
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The sun was still too bright for his liking and he squinted as the figure drew closer. “Brother?” He had hoped. Waited. Then heart-wrenching disappointment when the floating figure could be made out. It was nothing but a stranger with an interesting choice of words. Kadaj growled and began to search again. “What do you care?” He couldn’t focus. “You got what you want, didn’t you? The planet is yours! But it won’t stay that way,” he threatened, thinking this was just a normal human or possibly a disgusting Cetra. “Not for long.”
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"This planet is none of mine, and I do not belong to it." He landed on the ground, not far from Kadaj. "Perhaps I don't care, but I don't enjoy seeing people behave foolishly. What do you think you're accomplishing with these actions?"
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“I’m searching for someone.” The response was simple and automatic. He had said it more times than he could count within his short life. Only now it was three bodies instead of one.
“What are you doing here, anyway?” Kadaj demanded to know. “This place is supposed to be off limits.”
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Back turned to the ex-general, his posture turned rigid as that familiar voice, often heard in his head, rang out clearly in the air. Kadaj bit his tongue. Oh! The sentences he wanted to spew at Him! The horrific things he wanted to do to Mother’s Favorite if he ever had the chance ( ... )
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He's glad to see Kadaj calm himself somewhat. He seems calm himself, though he doesn't drop his guard. "You know me, but I can't say the same of you."
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“You should know,” Kadaj replied in annoyed disbelief. “After all,” he bravely approached and forced the fear down his stomach where it could be ignored, “you created me.” He stared at eyes that mirrored his own. “You created us.” Kadaj shook his head and continued searching. He didn’t want to glower at him for too long and push his luck. “Don’t tell me you don’t remember,” he smirked at the idea.
If Sephiroth really did forget, perhaps he could be molded to listen to Kadaj instead of the other way around! It was a farfetched idea, but that never stopped the remnant before.
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