[ He wishes he was still asleep, he wishes that damnable noise and that horrid flashing would stop, he wishes... gods, he wishes he was home. Back in the Shroud, with Kuli and Naesi and the rest of his sisters, safe and warm and not in whatever hellish experiment he's landed himself in.
The alarm seeps its way into his skin, the noise overtaking every one of his senses to the point where he wants to scream, and he almost misses the shattering of glass, the shadow that cuts through the too-bright light, and the hand upon his shoulder.
At first, his dizzy mind half expects to see his mother there, come to take him away from his world because he surely feels like he's dying, but when he finally wills his eyes to open again, a different form takes shape altogether. It may well still be an angel for the way he smiles. He has no idea what he must look like, how whatever they put him through shows, but he smiles all the same. ]
Sephiroth?
[ It feels like his mouth is full of sand, too, which does nothing at all to stop him from feeling like he wants to hurl. Clumsily, a hand comes up to grasp at Sephiroth's hand on his shoulder, as if he needs the confirmation that his friend is real. ]
You came for me.
[ Somehow it just makes sense, with the alarms and all. ]
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The alarm seeps its way into his skin, the noise overtaking every one of his senses to the point where he wants to scream, and he almost misses the shattering of glass, the shadow that cuts through the too-bright light, and the hand upon his shoulder.
At first, his dizzy mind half expects to see his mother there, come to take him away from his world because he surely feels like he's dying, but when he finally wills his eyes to open again, a different form takes shape altogether. It may well still be an angel for the way he smiles. He has no idea what he must look like, how whatever they put him through shows, but he smiles all the same. ]
Sephiroth?
[ It feels like his mouth is full of sand, too, which does nothing at all to stop him from feeling like he wants to hurl. Clumsily, a hand comes up to grasp at Sephiroth's hand on his shoulder, as if he needs the confirmation that his friend is real. ]
You came for me.
[ Somehow it just makes sense, with the alarms and all. ]