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Interlude V - [The Fifth Dream]

[Everything hurt.

Genesis couldn't believe that even here, in her dreams, her body hurt. She remembered, fully, what had happened before she lost consciousness and fell into her dreams. For how long, she didn't know. She also didn't know if she would ever wake up this time.

In the waking world, she had decided to do more than work on the orchard and looked into fighting monsters for money. Mercenary work asked little questions, after all. And with the right outfit, no one would know who she was. But after the first few successful (and pricey) hunts, the experienced mercenaries had been getting suspicious of her skills.

Today proved them right. They teamed up for an exceptionally hard monster (though Genesis had known she could fight it off on her own) and intentionally sabotaged the job and she'd been injured severely. Before she could cast her magic to cure herself, they'd torn off her sunglasses and her hat, revealing her red hair and Mako blue eyes. Red hair was a bit of a rarity on Gaia. And her eyes gave away just who she was. Her injuries didn't stem from just the monster now and she had used up all of her magic to cast as many Protects as possible.

Last thing she remembered was lying in the snow near Icicle Inn. Were anyone to find her and help her, it would probably be a miracle. For now, she sat in the middle of Midgar, on LOVELESS Avenue. She sat, curled up in a bloodied and broken ball at the corner, being overlooked by everyone. Just like she had wanted in the waking world.

Now, she just wanted a potion or two.]

[[OOC: So yeah, Genesis got caught and beaten up. Unoriginal and all that, I know. But I needed to post something ;; I hope it's taggable regardless, though!]

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And so modest, too.

[She closes her eyes when the Curaga washes over her, knitting her skin together, mending the broken bones in her chest.]

No cost at all? Why do I find that hard to believe?

As you say. [With a slight smirk, he bows low, a dramatic, sweeping gesture.]

Difficult to say why you believe as you do, as we are not acquainted. [Odd how people can react to kindness and cruelty in such similar ways. Such suspicion! Kindness is new to him, and he hadn't realized this before.] Perhaps you have a distrustful nature.

Perhaps I do. Or perhaps there are few people who show such kindness without wanting something in return. You would not be the first to offer help today.

[She grunts as she finally stands, she's still sore and possible a bit sprained. Quite a bit at been abused, after all, but she doesn't mind. It's better than before.]

You would simply be the first to offer with no strings attached. A mystery to one such as myself.

Infinite in mystery is the gift of the Goddess...

I wouldn't blame you for your suspicion. People can be so uncaring and cold, can't they? [This is more than a little ironic, coming from him, but he was simply incapable of warmth or caring until quite recently.] So quick to ask for help when they need it, but so slow to offer it to others. Perhaps that's why life is so cold and sorrowful, emerging from nothingness only to return to the same.

[If it's time to quote poetry, Kuja is up to the challenge.]

Though we hope for promising years
After shedding a thousand tears,
Yesterday's sorrow constantly nears

Hm. I wouldn't say life is so cold and sorrowful.

[Only the people in Midgar. Especially these people. The rich on the Upper Plate, who seem to think they are better than those on the streets or in the Slums.

She raised an eyebrow at the poetry. She hadn't been asking for a challenge in reciting, it's just what she did. Well, she hadn't lately but today... it seemed to tumble from her lips.]

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

You don't find it so? So brief, so full of hardship and pain.

[He simply enjoys reciting poetry himself and will take any opportunity to do so. If someone else is doing the same, then all the better. Few people enjoy poetry as much as he does.]

Peace is but a shadow of death,
Desperate to forget its painful past...

[His life is over, after all, and what joy was there in it?}

And while the moon still shines blue,
By dawn, it will turn to scarlet hue.

My friend, your desire
Is the bringer of life, the gift of the goddess
Even if the morrow is barren of promises
Nothing shall forestall my return

It is as brief as you want it to be.

[Though with the experiments done to her, she doubted her own life would be brief.]

Besides, it's certainly not fair to assume all life is full of hardship and pain. After all, there are those who believe that their own life is quite happy.

Is that what you think? Or is that but a platitude? One does not generally control the duration of one's own life. Even a thousand years may seem like an instant once one has lived it and finds it all gone away.

[He shrugs.] I did not say there could be no moments of joy, but in the end, all are stripped of what they have and what they are. I'm not concerned with the opinions of those too blind to see the world they live in. Their simplicity fails to interest me.

Do you believe your life is happy?

It is what I believe.

[She rubs her hands through her bloodstained hair, wincing slightly as she tugged.]

No, I do not. But neither am I dissatisfied with it either. Not anymore, anyway. And you? Do you wander through life unhappy and bored?

Life is not as brief as one wants it to be. Many find their lives cut short. Others, perhaps, live longer than they would like, outlive their glory and happiness, fall into decline. I have seen so many deaths, and few who died seemed to believe they had died at the right time.

Bored? Oh no, I'm never bored. Why should I be? Unhappiness and boredom need not go hand in hand. The state of one's sorrow and the state of one's interest might have no relation whatsoever.

That's because no one wants to die. It's rare to find someone who accepts that, but is it so wrong? As for those who live longer than they would like... well, then it's up to them to find happiness and glory or whatever it is they want to find in life until they can finally rest in peace.

Or never, if they are immortal.

[Perhaps that's what this man is. Who knows? Who cares?]

They might, but that doesn't mean they don't.

Hm, yes, I did not contest any of that, or say anything that opposed it.

How, exactly, does this support your statement that "life is as brief as you want it to be"?

I find it's usually boring people who grow bored themselves. They lack the imagination to keep their minds occupied and interested.

Because. [She shrugged.] In the end, it will always be up to them, not us, to decide how much they enjoy or do not enjoy their lives. It's up to them to view how they lived as either brief or long.

Perspective is another matter. Perspective changes everything. It makes all the difference. It can turn good to evil or right to wrong. The whole world changes from one mind to another.

[He glances away, thoughtful.]

There are some things it cannot change. Some had their lives taken from them, or their destinies altered. If they were wronged or treated cruelly, they are not to blame.

If they see their lives as brief and brutal because of this, it is not "up to them". Perspective can only go so far.

I never once said perspective but [She waves a hand and shrugs] This subject has quickly become boring. You're rather awkward with emotions, aren't you?

[It wasn't easy to tell, but the way he spoke, while poetic, also reminded her of Sephiroth.]

You didn't say the precise word, but when you say "it's up to them to view how they lived", that means it's a matter of perspective. [Kuja sniffs.

As for emotions, he'd been created without the ability to feel those that were more complex. He had had no capacity for mercy, compassion, or love--not until quite recently, and then he had barely had time to feel them, and they had all been painful. It was still a great sore point.]

I have an understanding of emotion. I am a student of literature, a patron of the arts. You have an interesting way of showing your gratitude.

[...she snorted and laughed.]

I apologize but... being a student of literature and a patron of the arts has nothing to do with what I said. You of an understanding of emotions as though watching from the audience. You don't experience them well, do you?

You remind me of an old friend.

[However, she did give a slight bow.]

But I do thank you for healing me.

Different beings and different individuals experience different emotions, do they not? I have the experience of my kind and myself. [He shrugs. It is painful, and there are many things he blames himself for, but he doesn't believe he's at fault for the tyranny and cruelty of the one who had made him. That, and he doesn't care to give too much about himself away.]

Perhaps your friend was the same.

[He returns her bow with a low one of his own, putting on his courtly manners for the moment.] You are most welcome.

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