He died. He threw everything he had for a chance for us to live, and it wasn't enough. Not for both of us.
-For once he seems to have trouble remaining impassive-
You know what I've learnt? That nothing we want factors into the world. We can affix meaning onto what we have, decide that one outcome is more desirable than another, label ourselves and people around us, and none of it matters in the long run. Because it's all been decided for us. I know it. I can feel it. In here. I can see all the ways things could be better, but only one way it can be right.
Did you know there's a timeline where Zack convinces Sephiroth to abandon his plans and live in a fucking cottage with him? Thank fuck that didn't amount to anything. That's why I need to exist. Because I am legitimate. No kid. No Junon. No crossroads.
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?-Gracia seems to relax, with a staggered sigh-
...
Morgo would hold me. For days and days. She was always warm and dry, even though it was so wet. Nothing scared her. She'd teach me how to speak like the Imperials do.
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?Everyone is gone, like you said. Tifa, and Denzel, and Hevel, my son. My son is gone. My family is gone. The church is gone. The graves I made are gone. And I'm still here. How does that "fit in"?
Zack is gone, too. We both know which one of us should have lived, and it sure as hell wasn't you.
But that's fine. That's how it's supposed to be.
Even if you have done everything "right", it looks like all you'll ever amount to is still just some failure.
-Walks off-
edited 1st Aug '15 11:34:12 PM by WonderSquid

Yes, that would certainly be something to look forward to for once here.
My name? Oh, that's easy, it's Ein, big mclarge robot!
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