Entry #XI

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Such a mass fluxation of power to even be felt here... Heh.. You.. Of all the stunts to pull you ungrateful little brat.. Do you not remember the repercussions of such an act? I warned you, oh I warned you, ahh but my words fall on your deaf ears..

Heh heh... I can say that in the literal sense now, now can't I? You wont be hearing much for quite some time..... . . .

I wonder... Will the Lifestream return you here to me, now?

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[A thin brow twitching from that little jab, he finds himself smirking as that mess of black tresses buries itself into his chest. He always did love their bitter-sweet moments of irony.]


There, there.. Heh eh, you're being entirely too light on yourself..

[Hissing his casual snark, he traces his spindly fingertips through the Turk's unruly mop and sighs in strange contentment.]


I'd expect full blown self-infliction from you about now over this.. hmhm, but maybe you do learn..


[A coil of his arm around the Turk's frame, he pulls him to himself as firm as one of his stature could, and laid his sunken cheek against his mako-glossed crown in murmer.]


Though, so easily you fall into doubt, Valentine.. Tis a flesh wound as those barbarians would say.. Just as he has returned once, twice, three times.. he will return infinite..


Hmhmhm.. It is my gift to him after all..

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[ Scoffing lightly, yet appreciating the other's actions, Vincent only moves his face into the side of his neck, and his arms - one fully gloved because the gauntlet isn't present and the other as he always has it, and remains nestled into that warmth. ]

.. Hm.You always did relieve me in the strangest of ways...


[ Slowly drawing his head back, he looks up into the other's face and shakes his head. ]

Everything's falling apart in that city. Perhaps it's best for you to not return there. Even he.. Sephiroth.. he deserves some time to himself now. Without my.. burden.

[ Then, curiosity lining his gaze, he tilts his head to a side to watch the scientist, and move his gloved hand under which is his demonic arm, to the other's face. ]

What's happened to you?