Prelude

[sixthsefira]

[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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[sixthsefira]

[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?]

[nohometown]

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.