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[A single word against S1727002 appears on the network.]

Why?

[Sephiroth has been sat in the Library, staring somewhat blankly at the ticking countdown permanently visible, for several hours already. He wears his signature leather attire except for that he's substituted his leather trench and armor for his loose grey vest that he usually frequents the gym in. The reason is obvious should anyone come close enough to where he is sat; his left forearm is rested up on the table next to where the keys are, tightly bound in fresh dressing which hasn't long been sourced from the Infirmary. Occasionally he flexes the fingers, but not very much.

As if he hasn't been through enough, it seems Ruana couldn't even bring him back totally in one piece and the rip along a tendon of his forearm isn't even healing as quickly as it's supposed to, even if it is under Glamour. He's not too sure of the extent of the accidental damage, either. It's not like he'll be fighting as effectively for a while.]

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Try two-thousand, waiting for an interrupted Destiny to have the correct set of circumstances to come about.

How utterly depressing.

For the sakes of our goals, we cannot afford to have our worlds remain dead.

If Dax thought it was theoretically possible, he must have kept records somewhere for the residents who sided with him to find. It's simply a matter of finding them.

[There is a long pause before the next set of text comes back. Not another one clinging off a theory propped up by those who hoped Dax would help them.]

I wouldn't have thought you'd be so quick to fall in line with popular theories.

Even if there were a way to restore my World, the very fact that it would be restored may be detrimental to my interests. Better to leave the World dead and move on.

And what do you propose I do instead? Find an undamaged world similar to mind and kill that me and take her place?

Two people who know me have been here. Both of them knew a male version. Even if I were to kill him, I could never be him. I may be the only version of "me" in the multiverse to have been born a woman.

Find another world if you please but I will find a way to restore mine.

Regardless doing nothing means we all die.

Find another World. Create for yourself a new existence.

[For Sephiroth at least, this is the only way.

As for 'doing nothing' - he's spent the majority of his time in the Tower being involved in something and that has given him nothing but a core full of traumas that he's buried away within himself.

Never mind how much harder it is now to bury them again right now.]

If such a thing is even possible.

Even if the rest of the tower is content to wait around for orders, I'm not. If we must, we will find the truth on our own.

It is possible. Even in my own Universe it was and now there is proof more than ever that other Universes exist so logically it has to cross over.

[A large part of what he's been telling himself in the run up to his escape attempt. Sephiroth pauses at the keyboard, eyeing his own words critically. No, it still has to hold true - he had just been denied exit.

The Tower truly is a prison to him now more than ever. He visibly cringes at the screen as a raw injury is rubbed.]

What truth exactly do you seek?

[He knows full well that even locked communication isn't secure. This is as much a test to see how much Ocelot knows that, and by result what she would say.]

We can't talk about the truth over the network.

[There's still Ruana to deal with. And Riki.]

If the virus can be reversed, there's no reason that we cannot cross into other worlds to leave behind undesirable fates.

[And Zo.]

Now you're thinking.

[So, Ocelot isn't that stupid. That should feel more comforting than it is.]

Of course, until we figure out how to return to our original worlds there isn't much of a possibility to jump to another.

We're still forced to rely on the unknown.

I'm fine with facing oblivion. Are you?

[Herewith another long pause after that question.]

You already know the answer to that question.

Then we'll face it together.

[He wonders for a moment if Ocelot really did know his answer or not. Sephiroth made his existence out of cheating oblivion, facing it and then coming out on top. But those were entirely different circumstances than here, now.

He's not too sure what he thinks of spending what could be the rest of his life with Ocelot at his side. She's certainly not his Mother. And yet, possibly the closest he might call to ally in this place.

Sephiroth doesn't reply further. Retreating back into his thoughts again.]

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