[Okay, so he should really go with first impressions, shouldn't he?]
We just talked...and I got skittish. [He's being completely honest here, he just. Really wanted to know what Hojo did to him. And if it can affect other people, okay?] So I left.
[In it - Meats, treats for the dragon, alcohol, some spices, a black and silver scarf, and playing cards. Yes, the playing cards are a hint Seph, honest. There's also another set of Go cards and Uno cards for him and Ulquiorra]
Do you remember that event where we got sucked into everyone elses dreams?
You said something to me there, and I've been thinking about it. I understand why you'd think that way and, well...I don't mind if you call me Nigredo.
To be honest, it stopped being about safety a long time ago for me. Nigredo couldn't thrive in the world that he had to be in, so Gaignun had to be created. Then I just got used to being him. I'm not two different people, but it feels that way sometimes.
But I am still Nigredo under it all.
[Ok so maybe he's being a bit of an emotional coward by doing this all in text, but baby steps, right?]
[There's a pause. It's one thing to hear it from Riku (who he trusted anyway) and another to hear it echoed. But he nodded even if Sephiroth couldn't see it.]
I wanted to know if it'd be alright to come over and talk. I'd rather not discuss things over the phone. It's nothing bad, it's more like..revisiting an old topic you could say.
[Angeal sighed because this was difficult enough.]
I'm told you and Genesis have some sort of permission arrangement concerning me and I want to hear your side. And if you'd rather talk this out in person I can be there in no time at all.
[This had been buzzing around in Angeal's head for awhile. And while Gaignun seemed 'okay-ish' with just listening, he hadn't asked how the other felt about it. But that would come in due time. Getting things straightened out with Sephiroth were priority at the moment.]
[Left at the entrance of the Last Homely House are a couple of small packages. In each are various dried fruits, unlabeled tea leaves, and jerked meat. A note is left on each, one with 'Gaignun' on it and the other with 'Sephiroth'. As well, there is a small message written on the notes (written in the same style as the message written on the back of the drawing Gaignun received not too long ago).]
[A letter somehow appears to have drifted onto Sephiroth's desk, forgotten or perhaps merely missed until now. It's made of heavy parchment, and the writing is elegant, though it occasionally wavers. Perhaps very faintly, the parchment smells of smoke.]
Dearest Sephiroth,
I wonder at times, during the darkest of nights as the cold burns into my aching bones, if what I believe to be memories are in fact yet more delusions. I wouldn’t put it past my failing mind and body to try and grant me such sweet succor, a false relief from the agony which haunts me with each faltering breath. I am dying before my own eyes, and I have long since given up hope on Hollander’s lie after lie about possible cures. My only hope left seems to rest with you – and you, my sweet, deluded, and beautifully broken Sephiroth; you are far beyond my reach now. At Minerva’s side, or in a realm that must be the result of a fever-dream, you are lost to me until I, too, will rejoin the Lifestream.
I have long known that this day was coming, that this fate would befall me. For all that I have fought for recognition and heroism, it seems that I am truly destined to die along, unloved, and unmourned.
I will never be the Hero. My only chance to gain any sort of lasting memory may be to become the Villain. If no one else will inscribe my name into the annals of history, then I shall burn it there myself.
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Zackary. What did you do?
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We just talked...and I got skittish. [He's being completely honest here, he just. Really wanted to know what Hojo did to him. And if it can affect other people, okay?] So I left.
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You said something to me there, and I've been thinking about it. I understand why you'd think that way and, well...I don't mind if you call me Nigredo.
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Are you certain? I understand that you... feel safer, being Gaignun.
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To be honest, it stopped being about safety a long time ago for me. Nigredo couldn't thrive in the world that he had to be in, so Gaignun had to be created. Then I just got used to being him. I'm not two different people, but it feels that way sometimes.
But I am still Nigredo under it all.
[Ok so maybe he's being a bit of an emotional coward by doing this all in text, but baby steps, right?]
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He is my brother.
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I know, he told me.
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[One that's slowly driving him crazy]
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Oh wait, it is. At least for Duo. Hence the serious face.]
Sephiroth. I could use your help at the Clinic. A friend of mine is hurt and I don't know if Unohana is there. Mind giving us a hand?
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I'll be there shortly.
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[With that and a small nod of his head, he cuts the call.]
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I'm told you and Genesis have some sort of permission arrangement concerning me and I want to hear your side. And if you'd rather talk this out in person I can be there in no time at all.
[This had been buzzing around in Angeal's head for awhile. And while Gaignun seemed 'okay-ish' with just listening, he hadn't asked how the other felt about it. But that would come in due time. Getting things straightened out with Sephiroth were priority at the moment.]
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[voice] I was hoping Angeal would pick up on that word choice.
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You're still here, right?
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Dearest Sephiroth,
I wonder at times, during the darkest of nights as the cold burns into my aching bones, if what I believe to be memories are in fact yet more delusions. I wouldn’t put it past my failing mind and body to try and grant me such sweet succor, a false relief from the agony which haunts me with each faltering breath. I am dying before my own eyes, and I have long since given up hope on Hollander’s lie after lie about possible cures. My only hope left seems to rest with you – and you, my sweet, deluded, and beautifully broken Sephiroth; you are far beyond my reach now. At Minerva’s side, or in a realm that must be the result of a fever-dream, you are lost to me until I, too, will rejoin the Lifestream.
I have long known that this day was coming, that this fate would befall me. For all that I have fought for recognition and heroism, it seems that I am truly destined to die along, unloved, and unmourned.
I will never be the Hero. My only chance to gain any sort of lasting memory may be to become the Villain. If no one else will inscribe my name into the annals of history, then I shall burn it there myself.
Watch me. I’ll join you in fire and ash.
- Genesis Rhapsodos