#v: finality

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@light-of-judgment

Kefka froze as the familiar presence seemed to overwhelm his senses. His nerves reacted to the touch, seemingly on fire. The scent of the supposedly dead man filled his nostrils “I doubt death could ever keep either of us down.” His head fell to one side, feeling the hot breath in his neck. His heart sped up as though this performance had become familiar, although it had been a few years now.

“No, not here at least.” Not anywhere if he had his say. As more flesh opened for him he was quick to lavish it with soft kisses and nibbles. Yevon, but he had missed this. His own heart quickened just a tad as well; such closeness always got beneath his barriers. “I see you have not left this place. Don’t tell me you were waiting for me to return?”

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@yunaiisms

{ ☾ } “Is that so? Well.. what is the kind of gift that you bring, then?” She was curious on the answer would be. He wasn’t wrong but then again.. it was no surprise that he was back.. again. Guess the Farplane wasn’t suited for someone like.. h i m. When it came to Yuna and years before when she had defeated Sin; the gift she had presented was.. hope. Now what did she exactly gave to the people of Spira? She was.. uncertain, maybe her smile was enough.

“I am afraid I have brought little of value in my return.” In truth, he’d only recently been able to fully regain himself. When one is thrown from the farplane, it is not a gentle experience. Seymour had spent a good deal of time as something akin to a fiend as a result.

“The gift, it seems; was mine to receive. You have grown into quite an astounding woman; High Summoner.” Out of habit he preformed the prayer, looking back up at her with a smile. “Fame suits you better than I expected.”

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Hypotheticaly

@thedemonkingganon

“As you said, we are strangers. Just because I know of you does not mean I know you as a person and i don’t plan on becoming an Aeon either.” Crossing his arms over his chest “Why should I help someone I don’t know like that. It would put me in a tough spot you are aware, yes?”

“Are you fishing for an apology?” He’d already explained that he was aware of the absurdity of his request. “It was simply a hypothetical. In any case, I would make a horrible Aeon. I’ve not the temperament for it I think. It was a silly thought, put it from your mind.”

“As for knowing me as a person...that would make you far less likely to offer aid, I think.” Not that he hadn’t changed, but the madness remained there just beneath the hardened scar tissue that held it at bay.

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Old tigers, and all that

@crimson-legend

Seymour hadn’t seen what had become of Spira since the fall of Sin. Honestly, he’d not expected to see it again at all; what with having been sent. Understandably confused and quite scared at his return he spent much of his time on the edge of going fiend. An echo of the Hymn of Fayth was all that steadied him. Upon feeling stable enough to leave the safety of Baaj temple, the former Maester ventured out into the world.

And immediately found it foreign and inhospitable. Surely his home would not have changed, the Guado would not allow it. He didn’t even bother entering Guadosalam, feeling the discordant energies of the farplane from the shoopuffs. He had but one home left. Macalania temple would be his haven. He’d always like the cold after all.

And there it sat, at the bottom of an unfathomable lake. Seymour stood, just staring at the chasm for what felt like ages. He was truly homeless. He could not even escape into the peace of death. A smooth stone was tossed down, waiting for the sound of a splash. Anything to break the silence of this dead place.