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[furorimperator]

[He's been watching in silence. Watching and trying to remember, but failing. Despair has set in, melancholia more dangerous than a sword thrust. More than once he's considered cutting his throat with a shard of broken glass and simply ending it for good. It'd be preferable to the seething chaos between his ears

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[couldnotfly]

[For a long moment, Zack is silent. Angeal would say something profound about those ashes; about how everything wasn't blown away by flames but reborn. ..no, that would have been Genesis.

Then that hollow voice sends shivers down his spine. It sounds so much like the way Sephiroth had spoken in the Reactor.

Still, he feels like he has to say something to the other man, and he gathers his courage.]

Hey, you staying out of the rain? Catching a cold isn't going to help you.

[...real smooth, Zack. Really smooth.]

[furorimperator]

[He blinks, pulled out of his monotone reverie and glances edgily at the device, slowly reaching for it.]

...it's always cold up here.

[couldnotfly]

["Up here"? ...High places, again. The man was a cat.]

No, not that kind of cold. You'll catch a cold; you'll get sick if you stay out in the rain too long.

[furorimperator]

["Catch a cold"? ...he didn't remember ever being sick in his life. But then, he didn't remember anything! That sparked a humorless bark of a laugh, before he shook his head and snorted.]

Rain, sun, snow, what does it matter? Seasons come, they go, and the worlds spin about the cosmos, all aligned in irregular patterns. Moonlight and sunlight, yin and yang, up is down and all around...

voice

[angealistic]

Sephiroth.

[Voice]

[furorimperator]

[Naught but crackling silence.]

[Voice]

[angealistic]

Where are you?

[Voice]

[furorimperator]

Why?

[ voice ]

[onegil]

[Oh, well. She couldn't avoid it forever.] You're still lost?

[Voice]

[furorimperator]

You're assuming I was ever found?

[ voice ]

[onegil]

I thought he would have... [But she seemingly changes her mind.] I can't imagine how it must feel.

[Voice]

[furorimperator]

No. [clipped, angry] You can't.

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[needsmorefiagra]

[ Sephiroth's NoC post is enough to rouse him and break the spell, his reverie fades and he's confronted by the crystal chill of the truth. And of course that voice, which sounded alarmingly familiar with its eerie resonance. A thousand bitter words danced upon the tip of his tongue but he swallows them back. What would be the use now? For the first time in years, he feels a strange sense of exhaustion creeping through him, settling itself within him, burrowing into his mind, turning all his thoughts grey. It was no good depending on Angeal for it appeared that his friend was as lost as he, himself felt. So then, what...? ]

...Once upon a time, there were three friends bound together by an oath.

[Voice]

[furorimperator]

[Oh, what is this drivel?!]

...this is relevant how?

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[needsmorefiagra]

The gift of the goddess, is what the three men seek.

Sometimes the most peculiar of things tend to stick in our minds. Though you may have forgotten your friends, your purpose, yourself, maybe, just maybe you might have remembered that ancient tale. I've lost count of the number of times I've told you it.

[Voice]

[furorimperator]

It's gibberish.