"Vincent?" The voice from the hall of the apartment complex was quiet, as was the gentle tapping on is door. "Vincent, I need to talk to you..."

It was a surprise to have anyone come to him at this time of night, and though he had leapt toward the door at first, when he realized that he was thinking the voice from behind the door was that of a dead woman, he stopped, just looking at the door.

"Come in, then." His voice was a low grumble, and as the door opened, he turned his back, cloak shifting sharply to wrap back around him. He heard the door close, but nothing more was said, leaving him to glance back to the woman standing just inside his apartment. "Well, what is it, Sanura?"

"...I..." She took a breath, before she opened her eyes and met his gaze, mahogany brown shifting suddenly to a red identical to his own. The recognition of what this girl was had him staggering back to sit in one of the chairs at the kitchen table. The way she had done her hair, the look of intensity on her face, had him seeing a memory. "...I'm Sephiroth's sister. But I am honestly his half sister..."

"...No...she never could have..."

"According to the learning module in the capsule my sister and I were kept in the first too many years of our lives, it was possible. Though we shared the womb with Sephiroth...and though I am sure it shocks you to see me with Chaos, as we were conceived before you were experimented on...when Mama realized what Hojo had injected her with, she quickly attempted to fill the womb with Chaos... At which point, we became...segregated, as it were. The chaos enveloped me, the Jenova enveloped Sephiroth, and my sister...was trapped outside the dividing areas, and therefore was open to both corruptions."

"...Your mother..."

"Her name was Lucretia. But I think you already guessed as much. Did you know she recorded enough of you for a computer to be able to mimic your every vocal tone and facial expression? She did it for herself, as well. ...we grew up in capsules, Vincent...but in them, we could still dream...and we did "dream" as it were. In a net dive...where you and Mama taught us everything...But as soon as we were old enough, it changed." Tears filled the girl's eyes, and Vincent, unable to stop himself, got to his feet and moved to touch her shoulder. Once again, she shook her head, but when she began to cry, he simply hugged the fragile little form to his chest, letting her cry as she finished her story. "...Mama was speaking...telling us...what had happened to you. Mama told us...then showed us the recording. She said if we ever saw the man who tortured you like that, we were to run as far away as possible. Because he wanted us dead, too...we've never seen him."

"I disagree, Sanura." Vincent stepped back to look down at her. "...Tseng told me about your capture after Sephiroth's initial attack. He said you had been kept in the ShinRa Mansion for four years – that was Hojo's personal experimentation ground. I doubt you would remember, but it was a horrible place for anyone he could experiment on...the Chaos probably kept you safe – as it did me."

"...there's a reason I needed to tell you this, Vincent."

"Then explain. I believe your story, but why tell me all of this now?"

"I'm worried about Seraphina."

"Your twin sister, correct?" As the girl nodded, he frowned suddenly as a thought came to mind, one that made him wonder... "...How is it that the Jenova and Chaos did not destroy each other before the three of you were born? When you became Chaos, how did you not destroy Sephiroth in the womb?"

"Seraphina." He blinked at that simple response, watching as his daughter – he had to catch himself before he burst into laughter at that very thought – began to pace the room. "According to Mama, Seraphina was the real barrier between Sephiroth and I. Because she was part Chaos, part Jenova, and perfectly in balance at that time, neither of us would attack her, because we recognized in her our own kind...Mama said that it was as though she positioned herself in the way so we would not hurt each other...protecting both of us."

"...if she was a peacekeeper in the womb, why are you so worried about her now, Sanura? What is it that has you so upset?"

"...Jenova has taken over. Seraphina is going the way of our brother, and I don't think she'll be able to die before Jenova has full control, because she won't die without saying goodbye to Genesis...who she has never found. By now...who knows what she could be doing, Papa? She might not even know who I am anymore..."

"...I am sure Seraphina is fine." He found himself in the awkward position of having a grown daughter crying and clinging to him, but realized he was reacting...like a father would, holding her against him as he patted her back. "...we'll find a way to save her. I promise."