"Loz!" Yazoo kicked his brother hard in the side. "Loz!" he repeated annoyingly and kicked harder. His brother didn't answer. He was lying on his side, there was blood everywhere.
Small rays of green light came out of his body and became one with the cold, damp air.
It was dust and parts of the collapsing building all over.
Yazoo breathed heavily, ignoring the sharp pain, which he noticed came from an iron rod almost crushing his right leg.
He bit his teeth together.
And with a fast jolt, he ripped the rod out.
His leg was bleeding, his cloak torn. But he didn't care. He never cared about anything anyway.
"Loz…"
He wouldn't cry… he never did. Not even when Kadaj killed father, he remembered, smirking slightly by the thought of it.
He looked around, trying to ignore the body lying in front of him and focus on what to do next. He stood up, supporting himself on the rod.
Loz's hand was torn off he saw, trying get on the other side of him.
"How could you die so quickly?" He whispered, feeling betrayed by Loz.
By them both, how could they die? Were they nothing but weak puppets after all?
Were all the talk about mother, Sephiroth and reunion just lies?
When they couldn't even hold it for a minute.
He despised them, hated them.
"you were nothing but weak puppets!" he kneeled down besides Loz, still not looking at his face.
"Weren't we supposed to defeat death Loz? And here you are, murdered by…"
Cloud…
Did he get it all wrong?
The air cleared.
There was nothing there but the green lifestream gushing out everywhere over Loz's body and the wrecked house which had been crushed to pieces.
By…
Cloud…
More powerful than Kadaj.
More powerful… than Sephiroth….
If you are so powerful Cloud…
Why am I still alive?