Yuffie did indeed run into the main characters on several occasions in the forests, always escaping after she saw that any momentary interest in her quickly faded when just like everybody else they realized how "annoying" she is on their first meeting. And no, not that it hurt her, after all she'd seen a couple of other similar teams. Yet not like that one, but why was she dwelling on this? She doesn't know, but whenever she catches a glimpse of one of their big and still functioning team she can never help but wonder just how different her life would be if she actually did follow them like she wanted too the first time she saw them.

But now, that there was no threat and that the supposed big bad was finally dead, she had no reason to go pester them.
After all, who else is going to bring Wutai back to its glory?


Vincent himself laid in the suffocating darkness. He could get out of the coffin, but the dark wooden doors never opened no matter what force, so he simply laid there, and did the only thing he could. He dwelled on his past. And he can't say that when he heard the footsteps outside his prison and the actual living people walking just past his door he didn't feel the slightest bit of hope, yet he bit his tongue and stayed quiet. Just like when that young man with spiky black hair managed to get inside, only to lock the door on the way out once again, most probably out of caution.

Punishment, is what this was... what this is. For how long he has been here? He doesn't know, but now that he has dwelled on everything with demons mocking him every single thought, reminding him that his sins went past those of being related to his dear Lucrecia. He was a Turk, and no matter what, he ended lives. Over the years, every single thing he did wrong was found and mocked by his demons, and now... he fears for his sanity, he fears for the next person to ever find him. If anyone ever does again.

Vincent can't say that he never wailed in despair.