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onepassingnight2011-12-20 09:42 pm
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- 006 || eternity stares back.
Is it dark? Are you still awake? Where are you? Is this a dream?
All of these thoughts and more would flutter through your mind, caught on the thin wire between consciousness, and being trapped within the confines of your own imagination. In time, it slowly dissapates, burning away as the universe reveals itself. You might find yourself standing on a tall, icly pillar, gazing at the stars that seem forever locked in twilight. Or perhaps you're deeper, nearly drowning in a pool of water that seems to have an almost green tinge, wouldn't you agree? and just barely managing to float to the surface. Planets are out of line, the clouds are tricoloured and thick, but no matter what.
The stars remain.
This land is open, free. Shattered. There are absolutely no restrictions here, and the asteroids have already grasped the concept. They shift and crumble before you, just before drifting into the great abyss. You might see those you know, wandering the stars - some with a confused stagger, and others with defined purpose.
Look down.
One of the asteroids is misshapen.
And there is the faint outline of a man resting upon it, sitting as if in meditation.
The will of this world guides you towards it.
All of these thoughts and more would flutter through your mind, caught on the thin wire between consciousness, and being trapped within the confines of your own imagination. In time, it slowly dissapates, burning away as the universe reveals itself. You might find yourself standing on a tall, icly pillar, gazing at the stars that seem forever locked in twilight. Or perhaps you're deeper, nearly drowning in a pool of water that seems to have an almost green tinge, wouldn't you agree? and just barely managing to float to the surface. Planets are out of line, the clouds are tricoloured and thick, but no matter what.
The stars remain.
This land is open, free. Shattered. There are absolutely no restrictions here, and the asteroids have already grasped the concept. They shift and crumble before you, just before drifting into the great abyss. You might see those you know, wandering the stars - some with a confused stagger, and others with defined purpose.
Look down.
One of the asteroids is misshapen.
And there is the faint outline of a man resting upon it, sitting as if in meditation.
The will of this world guides you towards it.
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Tseng's comment is bypassed - he's heard enough of the 'because it's my jobs's or 'because I was ordered to'. What does he think, he want? Not the Turks as a whole.
He isn't angry, or accusing. Just... sad. The air has gotten thick around them, even in what was meant to be the vacuum of space.
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"...I would have given you some letters I was holding on to for you." He says after a while, evading the comment about sickness. After that there had been a few possibilites; hiding them away like Veld and Aerith 'mysteriously' slipping their watch and the city, bringing the two of them on as Turks, he'd even briefely considered the insanity of taking the Turks out of ShinRa but that would have only gotten them all killed.
"It's too late to change the past though, what could have been isn't a possibility for any of us anymore."
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All that time in the lab, he'd worried.
He'd worried about Aerith, if she was worrying about him... and afterwards, if ShinRa had just burned all 88 of them. To hear that they'd been kept safe, after all this time, and probably still in the man's desk drawer...
No. It was too late to change anything now. It's a relief in itself to learn that the Turks, all of them, had been on their side the entire time.
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He couldn't take the man's thanks, not after everything that had happened. "All I ever did was hold on to things that weren't mine to have."
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The phantom's tone is solemn, almost sad as that telepathic voice booms around the other man. But from the sight of the Masamune laying out in front of him, it's obvious who he means.
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He still had plenty to say.
It's happened before.
The asteroid is cracking.
A lifetime of misery until it's too late.