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[velvetshot]

Name: Yazoo
Date: 26th Octeuril
Format: Video

( The video feed shivers into life to show a static image of a ceiling. This is Yazoo's second attempt to reach a family that he hasn't figured out isn't here, but he isn't ready to give up just yet! Sephiroth didn't make his Remnants that way, after all, and he has no plans to entertain the idea of being without his brothers. )

... Kadaj? ( A beat. ) Loz?

( The voice that breaks the momentary silence is soft and a little dreamy, his words spoken as though he's having difficulty organising his thoughts. He isn't pleased by the fact that he has to resort to this to reach his brothers: he's spent days looking for them, encouraged by the gentle pull of two more cellular signatures that match his own, and yet ... )

I know you're here. I can feel you.

( Eventually he'll learn that it isn't Kadaj or Loz he can feel at all, but until then? He's going to keep trying. )

Big Brother is with me, but— ( He thinks of the Sephiroth that he's slowly getting to know — a near stranger, nothing like the man he was in the splintered memories Yazoo holds in the back of his mind. When he speaks again it's with an edge of something like concern: ) There's something wrong with him. He needs help.

( The image finally tilts to show a young man with long silver hair, unnaturally bright eyes with slit pupils, and lips ever so slightly downturned with displeasure. )

... If what they say about Bonding is true, I need help too. I don't want a weak human.

( He leans in closer, his hair slipping forwards around his face as those strange eyes bore into the camera. )

Find me.

Comments

[velvetshot]

I'd say they're all traits of weakness, yes. Those who demonstrate them would be well-equipped for wasting my time.

[ranyaulf]

Same! Well, maybe not for the time wasting. It takes some people to grow into their role. Everyone has one, you know.

But now it's your turn. How was I wrong? About the mother thing.

[velvetshot]

Life isn't a gift, it's a byproduct. It happened to everyone on the Planet, and their existences are all meaningless.

Mother's great gift to us was meaning.

[ranyaulf]

Oh. Planet, huh.

So you're saying my existence is also meaningless... I'd beg to differ.

[velvetshot]

Beg to differ as much as you like. It doesn't change anything.

[ranyaulf]

We'll see. Even if my existence is meaningless here, it has meaning back home. I know it does.

( because otherwise, he wouldn't have been part of the army that saved his world! obviously. )

[velvetshot]

Are you trying to convince me, or yourself?

[ranyaulf]

I don't have to. My world's a better place. Isn't that what we all want to do at some point, make things better than how we left them?

[velvetshot]

You really believe everyone thinks that?

[ranyaulf]

Yeah. And that might make me the most foolish of all fools, but I can live with that title.

[velvetshot]

If you can live with it, I suppose that's all that matters.

[ranyaulf]

Then, I'll do that! As a weak laguz.