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Several days had passed, and Sephiroth was still stuck here, aboard this “Ark”. It felt like some sort of sick joke — a purgatory of forced normalcy, strictly controlled and regulated.
In many ways, he felt much as he did when he was a child. Held under a microscope, punished severely for any misstep, the synthesized voices of the Protocols and the Administration saccharine and patronizing. It drove him insane — why was this happening? To him? After everything he had accomplished as of late? He needed to get out. Immediately. He had things to do, things of great import. Not this...trifling nonsense!
Sephiroth glared into the screen of the holophone, which currently displayed a message from the Administration reminding new residents of the rules of the Ark. He contemplating hurling the phone against the wall or the floor, relishing in the feeling of a violent impact and the breaking of glass. No more messages, no more notifications, no more devices benevolently monitoring him.
Jenova’s gaze burned into him from where she sat, propped up on his room’s dresser. It reminded him that he needed to act rationally.
“What would you have me do? Surely, you have a superior understanding of this situation from your vantage point.” He asks the head, expecting no reply. Sighing, Sephiroth returned to searching through the holophone for anything he could use to his advantage.
Ah...a map of the area. If he zoomed out, the map included depictions of the area in which he was residing (”Tranquility”, apparently) as well as several others. One in particular interested him...”Crises”. He noted several locations which appeared to function as libraries, hoping that one of them would give him something he could use.
He would go, then. Research the area, the enemy, the resources available. He would find something.
Sephiroth readied himself to leave, fastening his coat and gathering his necessary belongings (which at this point consisted of...his mother’s head, his company phone and, begrudgingly, the Aldebaran train pass). As he stepped out of his room, the holophone vibrated on his dresser. He ignored it.
