onepassingnight | 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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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.

Interlude V - [The Fifth Dream]

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