... Good. Good to hear it. You want help getting all that out of you?
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?What wasn't?
-Pickety pick the glass away-
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?Sure they do. That's what planes and jet-packs and graviton-displacers are for. And you know where those ideas came from? People dreaming of having wings. Like a bird. Like you.
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?Wings are bad. Only bad people have them. Sephiroth had wings. He had seven of them.
People don't really want wings. They'd be freaks. Like Sephiroth and me.
-Starts picking glass out of his arms-
I thought I was growing wings, once. I tried to cut them out, but there wasn't anything to cut out. It was just a bad dream. They had to take the knife away.
It hurt, when they started growing. But when I cut them off they grew back.
Nnnho. Thought it might if I ever go back to the middle ages.
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?At least here? I think you're safe to take them off.
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?The multiverse is huge. I'm sure there's places where having wings is A-OK.
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?...I thought I found one once. But the wings were supposed to reflect who you were, and the kind of wings I had meant that I was an awful person.
I don't know what sort of wings they are. They're shaped different than the birds I see here.
Maybe they're not birds wings at all. Maybe they're something She liked, before I was the Calamity. Some species she found and copied and liked, so She kept those parts.
I told you. She's what I used to be, before I was me, or before...-Pauses, trying to remember-
...A long time ago, millions of years ago, there were... there was something old in the sky. Bad things. Not like a person, different.
That was the Calamity from the Skies. It was a virus, but it wasn't just a virus. It would come to a Planet, look like the natives. They would take it in, and it would befriend them... and then it would take them over. Make them sick one by one.
You don't really realise it at first. You start doing things without understanding why, or think you're doing them for reasons you aren't. Then you start to hear voices. They get louder, and you get quieter, and eventually you can't think at all. It's gotten all of you, then.
That's when Reunion begins. Reunion is when the Calamity calls all of itself together in one place, every cell, even if it's part of someone else's body. Everyone infected converges, and then the Calamity becomes One.
Their bodies... the virus bred inside them, and when they died, if they were lucky enough to die first, their infected cells would become part of it, and their souls would rejoin the Lifestream of the Planet, making it sick. Eventually it would consume the entire Planet — all the things living on it, and the Lifestream itself, and then it would call the rest of itself from the sky, which was much larger than all of it, and leave the Planet to crumble apart.
It did that for millions of years before it found our Planet, and the Cetra on it. It looked like a man, so they took him in, and then he took them. But the Cetra fought back, and they trapped it in the ice for two thousand years before an expedition dug it up. It looked like a woman by then, so they named it Jenova.
edited 6th Oct '15 1:18:03 AM by WonderSquid
-Nope, still doesn't make any more sense the second time you hear that-
-Nods understandingly, though-
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?They started doing experiments with it. Most of them died, but then they decided to make a child using its DNA. His, and another doctor's, and Jenova's. That was Sephiroth. Jenova was Mother to him.
Then they — they found me. Or... I think it was me, anyway. It gets splintered if I look at it too much. But... they made the virus a part of me, with the needles. So then I could hear Mother too.
Mother wanted to feed on the Planet. We killed her, and what was left of Sephiroth, and burned her bodies — the small one she sent down, and the big one she had called for Reunion, but there was still some of her left, because she's part of me. I could still hear her, but it was quiet. It was alright as long as I didn't listen.

-Nice friend lizard-
-Glass hurts, though-