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They were all staring out the cockpit of the Highwind. The life stream flowed, casting a beautiful green light upon the whole earth. Meteor hung like a massive shadow over Midgar.
"I want to see it up close," Vincent said, "this may be the last beautiful sight I can see before we are all crushed, I'm going to the deck."
"You're a bright cheery ray of sunshine," Yuffie muttered, her eyes not turning away from the action outside.
Vincent ignored her and walked out of the bridge. He took the stairs up to the deck and leaned on the railing. The life stream writhed beneath the ship, like a vivid snake.
Vincent lost himself in the twisting light, and was completely unaware as one of the parts to the stream whipped up and hit the deck of the Highwind. Vincent was knock his feet and clattered to the deck as the green light surrounded him.
A hot feeling ran through his body. Everything went black, and that was all he remembered.
* * * * * * *
Vincent awoke; he blinked as light flooded into his eyes. He sat up and a massive pain shot through his head. He let out a shout of pain and fell back into his pillow.
After the pain passed he looked around the room. He was in the bed of an inn somewhere and it looked to be morning from what he could see of the window while he was lying down.
Then he noticed something, the way he felt was different then when he had gone onto the deck. His head was empty, only his thoughts were there, no Chaos, no Hell masker, no Death-Gigas and no Galian Beast. After thirty the monsters were out of his head, but were they completely gone.
Vincent knew but one way to check. He sat up trying to ignore the pain. He looked at his left arm and the golden claw that covered over half of it. He turned his arm so his palm faced upward and slid the claw and the black glove he wore beneath it off.
His arm was human, unlike it had been before. Smooth, pale white skin had replaced the rough, black demon skin. What were once long clawed fingers were now normal human ones.
He discarded the gold claw on the floor and fell again into his pillow. He smiled, overjoyed that his demons had left him. He fell back to sleep, one of his first peaceful sleeps in thirty years.
They were all staring out the cockpit of the Highwind. The life stream flowed, casting a beautiful green light upon the whole earth. Meteor hung like a massive shadow over Midgar.
"I want to see it up close," Vincent said, "this may be the last beautiful sight I can see before we are all crushed, I'm going to the deck."
"You're a bright cheery ray of sunshine," Yuffie muttered, her eyes not turning away from the action outside.
Vincent ignored her and walked out of the bridge. He took the stairs up to the deck and leaned on the railing. The life stream writhed beneath the ship, like a vivid snake.
Vincent lost himself in the twisting light, and was completely unaware as one of the parts to the stream whipped up and hit the deck of the Highwind. Vincent was knock his feet and clattered to the deck as the green light surrounded him.
A hot feeling ran through his body. Everything went black, and that was all he remembered.
* * * * * * *
Vincent awoke; he blinked as light flooded into his eyes. He sat up and a massive pain shot through his head. He let out a shout of pain and fell back into his pillow.
After the pain passed he looked around the room. He was in the bed of an inn somewhere and it looked to be morning from what he could see of the window while he was lying down.
Then he noticed something, the way he felt was different then when he had gone onto the deck. His head was empty, only his thoughts were there, no Chaos, no Hell masker, no Death-Gigas and no Galian Beast. After thirty the monsters were out of his head, but were they completely gone.
Vincent knew but one way to check. He sat up trying to ignore the pain. He looked at his left arm and the golden claw that covered over half of it. He turned his arm so his palm faced upward and slid the claw and the black glove he wore beneath it off.
His arm was human, unlike it had been before. Smooth, pale white skin had replaced the rough, black demon skin. What were once long clawed fingers were now normal human ones.
He discarded the gold claw on the floor and fell again into his pillow. He smiled, overjoyed that his demons had left him. He fell back to sleep, one of his first peaceful sleeps in thirty years.