...It wasn't just my body. I didn't have a brain anymore, just a bunch of synapses scattered everywhere. Jenova was eating what hadn't fallen apart already. They... there's this medicine I have to take. Makes me tired, but it helps me keep my mind. The damage has been done already, and if I stop I'll just lose it again.
...They fixed my mind, but made the physical problems worse. Then they threatened to cut off my medications if I didn't do what they said. It's complicated stuff, it's not like a headache where if you just go out and eat some bark or something it'll go away. I needed them.
They cut me off for a week at first, to prove they were serious. I was afraid of a lot of things — that I'd go berserk like... like the last person that had my condition did, and wind up killing millions, instead of thousands. Or that I'd hurt someone I knew.
But it was mostly selfish. I didn't want to lose my mind again. I already lost enough of my life to this thing. I just wanted to stay me.
So, I let them keep making more of me, and I helped them set up their regime and get rid of anyone in the way — not Reeve, admittedly. I don't know where he went. Maybe someone else got to him first. I didn't ask.
Eventually, they made so many of me that I realised nobody would be able to go against me, including them. So, I stopped fighting. Told them to make more of my medicine, enough to last for a while. Killed a few doctors that were assholes and had it coming. Then went into hiding, trying to burn off as many copies as I could before I chickened out from the pain. Now I'm here.
-Hasn't made eye contact the entire time- I knew what I was doing. I was sane and capable of making decisions either way — they made sure of that, that's why I was doing it in the first place. So I could stay that way.
edited 28th Sep '16 3:55:46 PM by WonderSquid

Oh, yeah, yeah, that kinda stuff can make your mind wonder a lot.
I live in a constant state of fear and misery.