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[That anxiety is shared, though perhaps it manifests in Sephiroth a different way — like claws hooking into his insides and waiting to tear at his organs as soon as the next round of terrible truths weigh heavily upon them.

He watches Cloud walk for a beat or two, a frown deeply etched into usually placid features, then follows a length behind. Sephiroth’s gait is long, and it’ll be easy enough to catch up to Cloud without even having to try.

Without hesitation—]

What happened after Nibelheim? You said you stopped me, but how? You were an infantryman.

Up at the reactor after you beat Zack... I took his sword and ran you through while you were grabbing Jenova.

[ "Mom... Tifa...My town...give it back..." ]

The rest is kind of a blur after I tried finishing you off. All I remember was you stabbing me...and me somehow throwing you over the side of the walkway.

[ Never to be seen again. ...or so everyone thought. ]

I can't tell you what all happened after Nibelheim. Save that Shinra rebuilt the town and covered up the incident...

[ Then a deeper frown sits on the blond's lips as he stares up at Sephiroth...and then looks ahead once more. His breath clips. ]

While Zack and I were turned into Hojo's new experiments.

[Despite everything, Hojo’s name never fails to unearth a bone-deep discontent from Sephiroth — perhaps now more than ever before. And though the news of his death, in a way he never would have expected, is definitely jarring, this is the greater of the sin to focus upon.]

What experiments, exactly?

[He knows the reach of that man’s madness, though perhaps not as intimately as he initially thought. But Cloud seems whole and hale, which is more than what can usually be expected.]

You look unscathed enough.

[If only he knew how very wrong that is.]

[ He can't give explicit detail, but only because Cloud's recollection of it is spotty at best. ...and like a distorted nightmare at worse. The only times in which his eyes even dare to take on that more alien shape were during Sanguis or when he felt the pull of Jenova's cells calling to him. On the surface, save his remarkable strength and eyes cast aglow in mako, Sephiroth's observation was astute.

But that's just it... The truth wasn't found on the surface. And as Cloud decides to look up at Sephiroth, he stands his ground behind what he says next. Boy oh boy, the legacy he left behind... ]

Sephiroth Clones...

[ It says a lot about how far he's come, that mentioning those two words didn't send his brain into a tizzy. That his mind didn't start fraying at what he once perceived as contradictions. He even pauses after saying that, lips parted as his eyes subtly widen. A subconscious revelation that...yes. He's moved on. Cloud really did have his own mind and memories back. He can keep going.

He will keep going. ]

Along with the mako infusion process, Hojo injected me with Jenova's cells... [ Or to be more specific, ] Your cells.

Apparently I was a failure. [ So he didn't get a number. Thank god for that. ]

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