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[silvergeneral]

[Sephiroth is where he almost never is--in his own apartment. He's been writing furiously on pages torn out of his journal, but one scrap actually makes it to the book proper.]

Comments

[invidia_keeper]

Reality?

[ooc: He's been constantly reincarnated since the beginning of time so i prolly think he reads egyptian, if thats ok!]

[voice]

[goldenpathredux]

[Ancestral memory. Therefore in perfectly accented ancient Egyptian:] Is there a reality apart from our own senses? Or are we all just collectively agreeing on it?

[gardenerofgaia]

[Aerith quietly studies it for a few moments, trying to figure out what sort of message it's supposed to be.]

[Action]

[ivorygunslinger]

[He shows up, if not just because the explosion was loud. He spends a few minutes just staring at the scrap, then;]

What you remember...is the illusion.

Hn.

[He'll take care of the sword. It is his Elder Brother's, after all.]