[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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[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.]