019 - [Voice][Locked to Atra]

[tenshinosairin]

[Sephiroth's breathing is low, laboured, though he does do a rather good job of keeping it all in check. That might just be the anger - and, perhaps, a little confusion - sweeping over it.]

You...

What's happening?

It's... the book...

Isn't it?

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[tbf_anon]

((Many voices speaking as one come from the communicator. Male and female, high and low, hiss and whisper, laughing and crying... all of them together although the base is one that might be recognized.))

There is no hate, only joy, for you are beloved by the goddess...Hero of the dawn, healer of worlds.

[Voice]

[tenshinosairin]

You... You must be from behind the door.

Are you... what's left of him?

[Voice]

[tbf_anon]

((The laughter begins quietly, a few voices. It spirals upwards until it is a chorus, some laughing while some scream. A few jackal yelps and howls might be mixed in there for fun. It cuts off mid-cackle.))

Maybe I am.

I am only what you made me. Sephiroth.

((That name is spoken in a hundred voices, each giving it a different emotional taint. Love, hate, joy, fury, anger, happiness, jealousy, sympathy... the entire spectrum echoes for the space of a few heartbeats.))

[trialbyfiregods]

Me? I didn't do this, Sephiroth. You did.

One could argue that all of you did.

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[tenshinosairin]

How so?

[Voice]

[trialbyfiregods]

You were the one that took the book from their time and to this place. Ever heard the story of the Minotaur and the labyrinth? A boy named Theseus kills it, but to not get lost, he leaves a string behind him. Consider that book and the energy it steals a nice little string that the was followed.

It doesn't matter. He won't be here long. The other version of you is already searching to find where he went.