The root, no matter what universe, what dimension, is always the same.
It's who started the issue of SOLDIERs in the first place, and it's who was the spark of life within a monotonous, dull world. The one responsible for so many deaths, so much pain and confusion that the Planet was hurting this badly. The one name everyone eventually knew.
"...Hojo." The name is spoken with a quiet venom, angry at what it meant for his best friend, and everyone else. Just speaking it out in the open was a sin in itself, and he almost regretted it. "Hojo captured us, mutated the SOLDIERs like this. And it got out of control because he just wouldn't stop."
His grip tightens, unable to look his friend in the face.
"...he's the reason you're not here with us anymore."
/is reminded of a fic where the black rider was actually sephiroth sleepwalking LOL.
It's who started the issue of SOLDIERs in the first place, and it's who was the spark of life within a monotonous, dull world. The one responsible for so many deaths, so much pain and confusion that the Planet was hurting this badly. The one name everyone eventually knew.
"...Hojo." The name is spoken with a quiet venom, angry at what it meant for his best friend, and everyone else. Just speaking it out in the open was a sin in itself, and he almost regretted it. "Hojo captured us, mutated the SOLDIERs like this. And it got out of control because he just wouldn't stop."
His grip tightens, unable to look his friend in the face.
"...he's the reason you're not here with us anymore."