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FINAL WEEK
Starting Saturday, the layer of clouds in the sky is more solid than ever. Overcast, reflecting the neon light of the city. By Sunday, you'll see more colors than ever, as several new areas are added to the span of your probation. And some areas aren't, but might see an approach anyway. Do the pods containing six weeks of treatment daunt you in the slightest now that judgment awaits at the end of the fourth week? Though faithful treatment participants only experience flashes on the upper third of their bodies now, their counterparts will experience occasional waves of isolating existential coldness. Does your physically present overseer have anything to say for herself? Just remember one thing: Kanto is watching and waiting.
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[He turns and looks at the map again.]
I tried running away and protecting myself once, back when Kansai was at war with Kanto. What did I get? My entire platoon dead. That's why the Loyalist was like a son to me. One of the many who lost a parent that way.
As for my friends? Well. What's godlike is their status beyond life and death. I'd come here and contact them on their favored channel, but you won't be able to look through their window so easily. It's been re-encrypted in advance.
[..............the map?]
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Of course. No one can escape from me.
Though, I've no idea you had seen such a man like him as a son. I wonder if he thought you were as much family as you thought him?
[ Either way, his relentless ability to keep coming again and again is why Cloud has such constant issues with him; truly the blond has an inescapable fate with him. He wonders, though, does this man regret running away, or that the lives he lost didn't really help him in the end...? ]
The window? Do you perhaps mean that map?
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[So... what does he think about his life in the end?]
Maybe the Loyalist didn't feel quite the same way. It seemed like the childhood tragedy left a mark on him. But I didn't cultivate his career in the name of being thanked. [He looks Sephiroth in the eye, which does cause him to tremble a bit knowing that a quick but painful death is so close.] You could never understand.
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You're right that I couldn't. Whatever familial bond you or anyone else have in this city with yourselves or any other is beyond my comprehension and I won't lower myself into being placed in such a position.
[ After all, he killed Hojo, and he feels no single regret for it, nor does he feel he's missed anything from the lack of a harmonious bond between him and his father. Though, there's a pause, as if Sephiroth is reevaluating to kill the Governor or not.
Eventually, he decides, though when he looks at the man in front of him it's free of malice. ]
Fortunately for you I see no reason to make this painful. In a way, this is a boon for you. You'll see them again on the other side.
[ Sephiroth steps forward and in an instant he swings his hand to hit him hard enough against the back of the Governor's head to knock him out for a very long time, and with a swing of his other hand, he slits his throat. Because of what he did beforehand, the death should be instantaneous, and the Governor shouldn't feel a thing passing on even as his body is liable to hit the ground right after he's finished. ]
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Spitfires, bombshells, terrorists and friends! Did you miss me? This is the one and only Matador of Love coming through for one special announcement from the beyond! ❤
They were going to send us to hell, but oh, what a taste in punishment this place has.
Have you ever wished to live through your happiest moments, forever and forever? To relive your experiences only gentler, warmer, more wholesome? Have you ever longed to be so sickeningly suffocated in everything that is soft and saccharine that it makes you ache? Then maybe you should have focused less on killing and more on dying!
But of course, it comes with a catch! This is not the garden Eden I am seeking for there is no love to be found here whatsoever. In between time and space, we're still just fragments that exist to be used!
The dolls in the dollhouse dance because they must, there is no passion and joy in it. Yet the dolls look for further 'offerings'.
[ There is a short break, it looks like the mask might be finished talking. The rest of the study setting in its delicate decoration even starts to rumble and recede from view, like an earthquake is approaching. But then... in a much lower and angrier voice. ]
Get me out of here. Destroy it if you must. [ ..... ] And make it a spectacle.
[With that, the frame is empty. You see the stone wall inside.]
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...Despite everything, Adam remains completely and fully himself, hm?
Even death can't change that man. ]
Adam, is it?
Putting your hopes on those such as us...especially when we've hardly formed a close alliance. Is it desperation, perhaps?
[ But either way, the message has been heard.
Only time will tell what he will do with it. Though, Sephiroth won't forget it. ]