I suppose that depends on how exactly you define magic. Do you use our definition compared to materia or do you use another?
[Another world with Chocobos. Though it's interesting to hear that it's rare. He wonders why that is. It's a pretty basic animal all things considered.]
Guess I've been defining it based on what the people from each world call it. If it's magic to them, good enough for me. But a lot of 'em use 'powers' or 'abilities' instead, usually the ones who are born with 'em, like you said. And they usually just do one or two things, not different spells like materia.
Ever met anybody here who said they were a 'mutant'?
No. I imagine that is also different than the mutations from our world. Those are normally abominations created by science or mako exposure. Usually dangerous and feral. If someone is describing themselves as that, I imagine they don't follow into that same category.
Yeah. Where they're from, people have a dormant gene that sometimes activates over the course of their lives. Gives them abilities like telepathy, controlling the weather, stuff like that. Everybody calls them 'mutants.'
[Cloud pauses, remembering Sophie's question.]
And...everybody hates them. Even though they're just regular people with some different genetics.
[Cloud feels a little like he's standing at the precipice of an endless plunge into darkness, struck suddenly with a kind of vertigo that isn't quite physical.
[He does. He remembers it clearly. He stopped the killing blow and she told him it was okay, and then they talked again afterward. That happened.
Right?
But a dark little thought worms its way into his head. Something only half-remembered - for now. Something his subconscious shoved into the same hole it keeps the rest of his unbearable memories in and buried.
You can't save me.
You're more in a dream now than ever.
Didn't you notice? How everyone else was in mourning? That nobody else could see me there?
For a moment, Cloud seems far away, looking more through Sephiroth than at him. Then he shakes his head violently and scowls.]
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[Another world with Chocobos. Though it's interesting to hear that it's rare. He wonders why that is. It's a pretty basic animal all things considered.]
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Ever met anybody here who said they were a 'mutant'?
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[Cloud pauses, remembering Sophie's question.]
And...everybody hates them. Even though they're just regular people with some different genetics.
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[Because that's usually what drives humans to killing or shunning others. Fear.]
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[Many of Cloud's memories from the Temple of the Ancients are fuzzy, but not this one. He remembers the history it showed them.]
But they never found out whether it was Jenova who seeded their fear and hatred or not.
[He glances sidelong at Sephiroth.]
You do know Jenova's not a Cetra, right? And neither are you.
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[He considers ignoring that second part. He really does.]
My mother came from across the stars. She landed on the planet many years ago using a meteor to travel the vastness of space.
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[You know, like how Cloud would never have done any of the things Sephiroth made him do if he hadn't messed with him. Like that.]
Right. So you got no claim to the Planet at all. No justification for what you're trying to do except that you're a megalomaniacal asshole.
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[At this point. Such as turning the lifestream black and possibly traveling to a new planet or something. Who knows what Sephiroth wants anymore.
Other than Cloud that is.]
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[He speaks the name slowly. Carefully.]
You truly believe that. What claim can the last of the Cetra make towards the planet when they have become one with it? The Cetra are no more.
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[Cloud stops walking, half-turning his head but not enough to actually look at Sephiroth.]
What...what are you talking about?
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[Cloud feels a little like he's standing at the precipice of an endless plunge into darkness, struck suddenly with a kind of vertigo that isn't quite physical.
Now, he does turn to look at Sephiroth.]
No, it didn't. I saved her. I stopped you.
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[That's interesting if that's what Cloud actually thinks happened. He does seem slightly uncertain though.]
I have no reason to lie about what happened, Cloud. Do you know the difference between the truth and the truth you want to believe in?
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[He does. He remembers it clearly. He stopped the killing blow and she told him it was okay, and then they talked again afterward. That happened.
Right?
But a dark little thought worms its way into his head. Something only half-remembered - for now. Something his subconscious shoved into the same hole it keeps the rest of his unbearable memories in and buried.
You can't save me.
You're more in a dream now than ever.
Didn't you notice? How everyone else was in mourning? That nobody else could see me there?
For a moment, Cloud seems far away, looking more through Sephiroth than at him. Then he shakes his head violently and scowls.]
Stop trying to confuse me!
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[She's annoying like that. He really should not underestimate her ability to be inconvenient to what he's trying to.]