onepassingnight

[The dream starts innocently enough, a simple stretch of land. It looks like a stretch of land one might find in the western part of the world, or even within Wutai. There's no city or town within sight of it, though there are some mountains off in the distance, their peaks cloaked in the white of snow and ice.

There's a lone figure moving through the area, the healthy grasses and wildflowers brushing lightly against the black leather boots and coat she's wearing. The wind lightly toying with her long silver-white hair. It seems a relaxed and innocent dream, until one notices small tale-tales within the woman's body language. She's seeking something important, but as of yet hasn't found it. Then a rather large black bird appears within the sky and she purposely moves to follow it carefully, watching and waiting until it lands before she moves closer to it, one gloved hand reaching out in such a way it suggests a familiarity with the bird.

What comes as an apparent unexpected shock to her is when the bird turns and attempts to peck at the hand she's extended. She manages to get it out of the way before the blow lands, but the fact that the bird has attempted to hurt her seems to have startled her somewhat. Before she can recover to try reaching for it once again, the black bird spreads its wings and takes off to the skies, leaving her sight within short order.]

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[At least she was able to have been of some help, all that remains is her hope he can change things, after all. If anyone can, he should be capable of it.]

You're welcome. They're here in Midgar with me... Angeal is training someone.

[And Genesis had for some reason gotten angry with her, for some reason that she had yet to quite understand. Though possibly it could involve the fact she had turned down the invitation to spar in the simulators because the company had requested her presence elsewhere at the time. It's a guess, but perhaps that is what sparked things, she doubts she'll ever really know for certain.]

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I am planning to deal with the situation. I believe those events can be averted.

[Although, what if the alternative will be worse? It won't be easy. That's the one thing that's stayed his hand so far. There will be deaths either way; he's so well-snared in the trap ShinRa made for him that he will have to cut his way out.

At the mention of Angeal training, his expression softens, but he doesn't smile.]

These dreams are strange, and I don't know precisely what they mean or why we have them. Logically, it's best not to take anything in a dream too seriously in your waking life, but it's important that I tell you--

Angeal and Genesis are going to die. In my time, they are already gone, but it might be possible for you to stop this from happening.

[Everyone else is talking about Nibelheim, but he's more interested in Modeoheim.]

[Any relief that might have been gained by the previous statement is completely negated by the following statements. The two men are really the only thing which makes her life such as it is bearable. Though they're also the thing which keeps her from seriously entertaining the thought of leaving the company as well.

Still, she would rather remain where she is than lose them. And while she understands his warning against taking these dreams seriously... if the possibility exists that she might lose them, she wants to know how it happens so she can see if they can avoid it.]

How?

[He remains calm when speaking of it, and he shows little emotion, but there's a weariness in his bearing, and he feels nothing so much as resignation. The only friends he's known are dead now (as far as he knows), and he has very little left in his life, aside from his loyalty to SOLDIER. But he can't give into despair, now. He must remain strong, remain himself.

He's angry with them both, even now, and maybe he'll never forgive them, but there's no need for her to learn that anger.]

There are some things I do not know, as they are classified.

Genesis and Angeal are experimental subjects. [He does not need to add as we are. He had thought his friends had been ordinary children, but he'd been wrong.] Genesis is unstable, and he will begin to degrade. He'll lose his reason and desert. [A pause.] Angeal will follow him.

[She notes silently the weariness and to a degree even understands it. She has her own feelings of it that she manages to hide when asked to return to the field of battle. Taking lives instead of saving them as she once upon a time desired to do.

If not for her friends, she's not sure how she'd continue with her current life. She cares not for the company which employees her, and only marginally for the troops also part of SOLDIER. Her loyalty is to her friends and herself... if she lost them, would she remain or would she leave?

It's a question she in a sense desires never to honestly answer. But if the man before her is to be believed, she'll end up losing them and be forced to answer it.]

Is there anything I can do to prevent this loss of reason and desertion?

[Even if the answer is negative, she will likely still seek to prevent it. And if she can't prevent it, she will seek a way to reverse it... somehow.]

[Here, finally, is someone who can understand what he feels, without needing to be told. He hasn't spoken to anyone of the impact the deaths at Modeoheim had on him. He's simply continued to work. He dislikes spelling out his emotions, but he can tell from her reaction that she must feel the same, or similar, about their friends.

His friends were what mattered most to him, and now they are gone.] There might be.

[He will not prophecy doom, because he does not believe in any such thing.]

If I could tell you exactly what must be done, I would. [He hadn't done the right thing, so he didn't know what that might be. If he could save them in another world, he would not hesitate, would stop at nothing to do so.] Do not allow Genesis to push you away. The two of them are SOLDIER type G, from Project G, which was headed by Professor Hollander. He will be your enemy. I've been doing some research in the data room. There is some information to be found there.

It will be difficult, but not impossible.

[If anyone can do it, it's Sephiroth, he knows.]

[It's a place to begin, more than she knew or had before. Once she wakes, she'll likely go seek Genesis out to try and make amends for their argument... and then later when she has time to herself, she'll seek out the data he's referred to, and perhaps Hollander as well. She'll need to know all she can about her friends before this prophesied illness actually grips them.

If she can't find an actual cure, then she can at least allow her friends to keep their reason and live until she can find something which can halt it or hopefully... eventually reverse it.]

I won't let them leave and die. [It's a commitment to herself and a promise to the man before her. She might not be able to stop the illness from claiming them in the end, but she can certainly attempt to keep them from deserting the company and herself and thus endangering themselves in doing so.

Inasmuch as she doesn't care for the company, they do have the best medical and research facilities that she knows of. Of course, Hojo may not care for her using them, but then when has she ever cared what that man has thought of her actions?]

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I'm glad.

[And though he's not often what might be considered glad (not lately, that is), he does seem pleased, for the moment.

He exhales, deeply.]

I like to think that you might save them. Zack will help you.

[He knows nothing of a cure for the degradation, or even if such a thing is possible. It never came to that, as they both died.] Bear in mind that the two of them will have dissimilar conditions. [He wishes he could tell her more about that, but the relevant information wasn't available to him. In some ways, he quite simply didn't know what had happened to his best friends.]

It might be easy to discount a dream when you awaken, but you can take this to be the counsel of your subconscious.

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