She got louder. It wasn't that much louder at first, so I didn't listen. But she started taking more of me. Jenova's genes were stronger than mine. I started...
-Stares at his hand.
◊ The fingers slowly lengthen and become tipped with claws and his skin darkens and hardens-
It started spreading. Just small patches at first... I cut those off. But it wasn't just the patches. It was all of me. It just took a while for it to take over.
It got harder to think, there was so little of me left. And I looked...
...
I couldn't hear myself over all the voices, and Mother — Jenova wanted me to burn them, and I didn't want to. So I kept fighting, even though it hurt.
And — and I lost, and I won. Mother took all of me, in the end, but then I took her. I took her mind, and it became hers — or maybe she became me. And then I was all of us, all the voices. I was the Calamity. Jenova was gone. It was just me.
But... it was hard to hear myself with all the voices part of me, and I still looked... I looked not good. And the Calamity was what I was, and that wasn't what I wanted to be. I wanted to be myself, before I forgot everything from the voices. I ran away and I tried to burn, like she had.
...That's how I figured out I would come back.
edited 14th Oct '15 1:32:22 AM by WonderSquid
I was alone for a long time. I couldn't get out, because the rock had melted around me and my hands weren't shaped right for holding a sword anymore. I left my sword outside, anyway. I didn't want it burned with me. I wanted to scream a lot, but what I was then didn't have lungs for talking.
They found me. They dug me up after a long time... the papers said four thousand years, but it felt like longer than that. I forgot most of myself, so there wasn't enough of me to remember things... but then someone remembered me, and I fixed myself.
This is what I'm like now. I'm me. I'm the Calamity, but I'm me, too. I'm a human that can also be the Calamity, because there isn't enough left of it now to get rid of what I made. I can control it, sort of... I'm that boy from Nibelheim, and I'm also the Calamity from the Skies. It doesn't tear anymore.
...
I want to learn to control it, like he did. Like Sephiroth. He... he wanted to do bad things, but it wasn't because she made him. It's because he wanted to. I don't need Reunion, and I'm not going to infect anyone. But if I'm not gonna be a human again, I want to know how to be what I am now.
There are people who go their whole lives never answering those questions.
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?It means being weaker, probably. Humans break easy. I had to be careful with Tifa... if she was real.
You can't smell very well, either. And you're slower, and colder.
-His hand changes back on its own now that he's lost interest in it-
You can't go through walls. I can't either, but they could, so I'm going to.
-Walks up to a wall and stares at it- And then I'm going to find a Planet where everyone has wings, and maybe I'll have a family again.
...I told you a lot of things. Maybe you could tell me some. We could tell each other things.
Well... I'm a Time Agent. Or I was. Tracking down time-travelling criminals, paradox mutants, correcting timelines, all that jazz. I was one of the best. Guess that came back to bite me later, though. Two years of my life were erased from my memory. I still don't know what I saw or did, but they don't want me acting on it. So I left. Decided to try stealing artefacts that would otherwise be lost. Managed to get some buddies together, we got every last piece of the Library of Alexandria out safely before it burned. Buried it all on Mars. Now that will screw some heads.
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?

... God...
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?