[ It's a lot to leave him with; it's a lot to try to force himself to understand, as he fits onto his bike and hits the kickstand with his heel. A part of him wants to stay--a part of him wants to rip himself off Fenrir and pull out his sword and wrench it through Sephiroth in frustration; wouldn't that fix everything? To have the Planet rid of this abomination? Would that let the children who suffer rest, would that let Denzel rest, would his own Geostigma melt away, pull off his skin and disappear?
Or would it just make it worse?
If it's Sephiroth's doing, if it's Jenova's doing, then forcing him back into the Lifestream would only make things worse. It would only infect more people; it would only mean the end of humanity.
The thought that pushes him, as he makes his way back to the rubble of Edge, fighting with the guilt and melancholy in his head, is: Aerith would know what to do.
But that's not an option, is it? In the end, without being able to ask the Turks for help, without even being able to tell Tifa what's going on, he comes to a dead end. He gathers a feeble amount of supplies--a blanket, some of his stashed materia that Yuffie hasn't done away with, a few of Aerith's church flowers, and the smallest amount of medicine that he can scrounge up from the underbelly of the city, and bundles it up in the back of his motorcycle as he makes his way to the ruined Sector 7 slums. The sun is starting to go down, bleeding daylight into the darkness of the evening; it feels oddly quiet out here, as he makes his way up one side of the ruined staircase to look for the room that Sephiroth has settled into.
The flowers lead him there. It's a foul stench, the smell of sweet nectar and blood--he stands at the doorway of the debris-littered room, one arm shouldering the goods he's brought; Sephiroth is lying there looking pathetic, and he bites at the inside of his cheek to keep from making a comment that would only inflame the both of them.
Dryly, then: ] Guess me leaving didn't help.
[ He steps over a pile of the flowers, crouches down near where Sephiroth's head is, and sets his bundle down; one of the materias tries to roll away, and he catches it with one gloved hand. ]
The question is, how do we cleanse you of Jenova, then? Seems to be the only option here.
[ If it is Geostigma. Even that seems that a far cry for relevance. ]
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Or would it just make it worse?
If it's Sephiroth's doing, if it's Jenova's doing, then forcing him back into the Lifestream would only make things worse. It would only infect more people; it would only mean the end of humanity.
The thought that pushes him, as he makes his way back to the rubble of Edge, fighting with the guilt and melancholy in his head, is: Aerith would know what to do.
But that's not an option, is it? In the end, without being able to ask the Turks for help, without even being able to tell Tifa what's going on, he comes to a dead end. He gathers a feeble amount of supplies--a blanket, some of his stashed materia that Yuffie hasn't done away with, a few of Aerith's church flowers, and the smallest amount of medicine that he can scrounge up from the underbelly of the city, and bundles it up in the back of his motorcycle as he makes his way to the ruined Sector 7 slums. The sun is starting to go down, bleeding daylight into the darkness of the evening; it feels oddly quiet out here, as he makes his way up one side of the ruined staircase to look for the room that Sephiroth has settled into.
The flowers lead him there. It's a foul stench, the smell of sweet nectar and blood--he stands at the doorway of the debris-littered room, one arm shouldering the goods he's brought; Sephiroth is lying there looking pathetic, and he bites at the inside of his cheek to keep from making a comment that would only inflame the both of them.
Dryly, then: ] Guess me leaving didn't help.
[ He steps over a pile of the flowers, crouches down near where Sephiroth's head is, and sets his bundle down; one of the materias tries to roll away, and he catches it with one gloved hand. ]
The question is, how do we cleanse you of Jenova, then? Seems to be the only option here.
[ If it is Geostigma. Even that seems that a far cry for relevance. ]