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He was in the way.

[Blunt, sure. But that's all there was to it, right?

It wasn't as if that creature gave a shit about anything but what it was programmed to do. It obeyed its programming. It was a virus. Certainly not a consciousness. Initially, it had looked at him in the cargo hold of that ferry, and not known enough about Sephiroth himself to know Cloud as the man that killed him- to access that anger, that arrogance that was him, to recognize him.

Did it even know what it was saying as it talked about the Promised Land? As it manipulated the mouths of the bodies of those who had been transplanted with Sephiroth's cells to spew out the last echoes of his madness? Or was it just reciting old thought processes, old feeling, lingering sentiments that came with its link to him?

Did it even know the real Sephiroth was in the Northern Crater? Or did it only see him as another piece of itself to rejoin?

...Questions.
So many still exist.

But. He snaps out of his thoughts, only to realize a few minutes have passed since his last message.

So.]

It's not cruel.

[ He doubted the Turks would be sore over hurt feelings even if it was.]

It's just a hunch, but they probably already know. Not like network searches and stuff like that is hard, and like you said. They're turks.

[But.]

It's not like they can call it in. Even if they could, No-one's gonna come after you. Anyone'd prefer Heidegger's boot at their neck to having to bring you in.

[Even before the whole. Nibelheim. Thing.]

[Should he pursue that line of information? There's still so much to discuss, so much more he could add after his own conversation with Aerith before she departed. But Sephiroth isn't sure the last few have truly settled in his mind; he isn't sure if he's ready to drag those thoughts out into the open again, leave them hanging raw to be discussed, and then pack them neatly away a second time.

Not quite yet, at least.

And so-]

But they'll be curious. Sometimes that's motivation enough.

[That's true...

But there's also Wutai. Not the whole working together thing. That's been and gone in his head. It's more what they were doing before that...]

Is there a woman with them? Blonde. Kind of short. High strung. Talks a lot, too.

[A high strung woman?]

Not that I’m aware of.

Should there be?

There's that at least.]

She's Tseng's replacement. Reason why I brought her up is the other two take their work seriously. But, they also take their free time seriously. Getting taken away to another world might count as free time to them. Which means, they'll be passing time like everyone else in here and leaving you the hell alone.

[Read: On their asses somewhere getting drunk. Probably.]

Not her though. She's big on overtime.

[And, despite a few ...comical encounters, she does know her shit. She'd have found him, just like Reno and Rude have. But the fact that she hasn't made herself known...]

Doubt she's here. You'd know.

[And that's fine by him. By way of his reputation and what his future self has done, he cannot imagine a Turk that would want to approach him, even if they are something of a workaholic.]

That doesn't mean she may not arrive someday.

[But, maybe more curiously-]

Tseng's replacement? What happened to him?

[That sure is a Question.]

[That makes sense. He probably hasn't met any Turks like Elena...]

Maybe. If she does, you'll probably hear some stuff.

[Last time he saw her, she did try and slug him. But...]

He ain't dead. That thing using your appearance injured him pretty bad. Still is, far as I know. She was brought in to make up the numbers, I guess.

[More news of that thing, shaped like him, wreaking havoc. Sometimes it's hard for him to draw the line between them; sometimes, it's hard not to feel the gnawing malaise of knowing that his future consists of so much violence, so much blood. Even if he has no love of those loyalty to Shinra these days.]

I see.

So then she's competent enough.

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