Arthur Lester, avowed atheist, anti-cultist and hater of all faith-based things, one (1) episode from the finale: freezing to death in this ice water will take us where we need to go. Trust me, my dead daughter's disembodied voice told me so :)

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Arthur Lester, avowed atheist, anti-cultist and hater of all faith-based things, one (1) episode from the finale: freezing to death in this ice water will take us where we need to go. Trust me, my dead daughter's disembodied voice told me so :)
Sephiroth's pool of thoughts was never diverse. He was always either plagued by a maelstrom of grief and nihilism that overtook each action, or he was comfortably wrapped in a numb silence.
His moments of genuine joy were sparse, but as vibrant as the people who influenced them. And whenever he did catch a break from the incessant turmoil in his mind, that joy overwhelmed him.
It was moments like sitting on Angeal's kitchen counter, swinging his bare feet with his hair messily pulled up into a knot. Genesis' laugh was akin to rain after a year of drought: heavy and unrelenting in how much he laughed.
Angeal liked to tell jokes while he cooked. He would occasionally put the spoon up to Sephiroth's mouth, asking him to test the flavor.
“Lazard has a point,” Genesis muttered one time, handing Sephiroth a wine glass, “we're all connected at the hip.” He grabbed the wine bottle from the top shelf and turned to them. “Because tell me why I had a party I was invited to, but instead I chose to spend my Friday night with you two?”
Angeal continued to stir the pot. He huffed.
"Must be our irresistible charm," he teased, glancing at Sephiroth.
Sephiroth, though typically stoic, couldn't help but crack a smile.
“Irresistible charm,” Genesis parroted Angeal’s tone, then scoffed, adding an annoyed “Give me a break” before popping the cork off the bottle.
For those fleeting moments, the maelstrom in his mind quieted to a gentle breeze. Those sparse, vibrant bursts of joy flowed effortlessly, a respite from his weaponized existence.
Those nights in Angeal's kitchen became akin to an anchor grounding him in a reality he had previously not known.
But that was a year ago, three weeks before the accident in the training room.
Now, three weeks after they deserted, Sephiroth stood in Angeal's empty kitchen, the same space that had once been filled with that very same joy.
He was alone now.
downloaded asperite, first time doing anything like this i'm really happy with it. :) the skeleton swings
How do I know i have bones? I've never seen them. Only brain.
i’m trying to sleep but i can’t stop laughing at bone atrophy instead of bon appetite
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