A/N: There's a flash back sequence, not told in Vincent's or Estu's perspective. You'll see in a minute, just giving a heads up.

Vincent, Yuffie, Cid, and Tifa sat around the dining room table, or the conference table, as Cid preferred calling it. Cid and Tifa had been laying out plans for most of the previous day, and were now telling Vincent and Yuffie the details. "So, we'll be here about two more days after today," Cid said. "First off, we gotta get word around town that we're recruitin' people without Deepground findin' out and gettin' involved. Second, we gotta check out the manor and see if there's anything else bout the Proto-materia."

"But we already know what it's for," Yuffie pointed out.

"Yeah, but the fact that we've only got part of it, well it means that Deepground could get the rest. And now that we know that usin' just a part can work… Thanks for that, Vince."

"You're welcome," Vincent said, crossing his arms. And thanks for reminding me, Cid…

"But anyway, since just a part can work, that means that if they get their mitts on some, we're screwed… maybe. Still don't know what the hell they want with it," Cid said, scratching his chin. "But the manor's got all sorts of weird shit hiding in it… uh, no offence." Thanks again Cid. "So we can take a peak in there… this afternoon?"

"We were going to do recruitment this afternoon," Tifa said.

"Aw, shit… forgot. Well there's four of us… I guess me and Yuffie can find fighters while you and Vince search the haunted house." …Why do I have to go?

"What do we do about Estu's sister?" Yuffie asked.

"…What about her?"

"She wanted to fight in the army we're raising," Vincent said.

"Cool," Cid said. "Well once I figure out meetin' times, she can come along. She and the kid gonna stay here or what?"

"…Not sure," Vincent replied. "I'll have to ask them, but I don't think they're certain themselves."

"Hm," Cid said. "Well anyway, we'll have to get some sort of organization here too, until we can get the Shera and are ready to finish Deepground off. We'll organize a small militia here, for the time being…"

"Once we do get the Shera, are we going back to Gongaga or Corel?" Tifa asked. "I'm sure there's a lot of people there who were upset with the attacks a few days ago."

"Guess so. We need everyone we can get. So, I'll work on that, you'll have to tell me what you two find on the materia, all right?"

"Yup," Tifa agreed.

"Alright, meeting adjourned…"

"I'm sorry, when did this become a court?" Yuffie asked.

"Shut up, or you won't be allowed at my conference table," Cid threatened.

"That would be devastating… huh, Vinnie?"

"Heartbreaking," he agreed.

"So since when did you play this?" Ami asked, watching as Estu played through the Chocobo song to appease Marlene.

"Um… I don't know. I just can for some reason… crap, missed that note," Estu said. He tried again, but the particular part of the melody was giving him issues. Estu felt as though he should be better at playing, but just wasn't. Though he knew how to play better, at least in theory, it didn't translate well to his actual ability. He knew how it should sound, but his fingers didn't want to cooperate. "This is so frustrating… I'm not as good as he is…"

"Who?" Ami asked.

"…No one, never mind," Estu said, trying the melody again. After messing it up, he stopped, turning away. "I can't play well… that's so annoying."

"You're doing pretty good for someone who doesn't know how to play," Marlene said.

"I know how to play, but my hands don't," Estu said.

"…What? That doesn't really make sense."

"It really doesn't, does it? Oh well… I guess I just suck at this."

"Practice makes perfect," Marlene said. "Speaking of that," she continued quietly ,"You've really been slacking on our fighting lessons."

"I've been a bit busy," Estu pointed out. "Look, when all the grownups go out, we'll work on them again."

"Okay," Marlene said. "…So are you going to want to talk about yesterday, too?"

"No."

"You sure? It might help," she said.

"No it won't," he said. Marlene nodded and put the cover back on the piano keys. "What helps is playing, but I can't seem to do it right now. It's really annoying. Stupid pianos… and I feel light headed…"

"Probably 'cause you didn't eat anything yesterday," Ami said. Estu looked back at her - she was leaning against the back wall, polishing the handle of her revolver with one of the cleaning rags that had been left lying out. "Well you didn't."

"Hmmph… I know that. What do you have here, Marlene?"

"Tifa made bread, want some?"

"Yeah… that would work," he said. Marlene nodded, walking off to the kitchen. "So… now what do we do?"

"Eat breakfast?" Ami suggested.

"That's not what I meant," he said. "How do you think we should go about the whole file thing?"

"Well, I don't know."

"…Great." I don't either… why is this so difficult? Why can't I just remember? Marlene walked back into the living room, holding three plates with small slices of bread. Estu thanked her and took a bite. Uck! He grimaced as he swallowed. Too sweet. "Marlene, you said this was bread!"

"It is."

"This is not bread, it's cake," he complained, making a face. Ami laughed at him, taking a bite of the sweet bread. "Stop, it's not funny."

"It's not cake, silly. Cake has icing. Anyway what's wrong with cake?" Marlene asked.

"Tastes horrible…"

"…You don't like cake? You're so weird."

"I am not … hm…" he frowned looking away from the two. He ate the bread in as few bites he could, trying not to gag on it, then turned away, drumming his fingers across the cover of the piano. "I guess I am weird…"

"…Estu?" Marlene asked. "You okay?"

"Just fine," he said quickly.

He looked up to see that the meeting was over, and everyone was walking out of what Cid had dubbed 'the conference room.' Seeing the others Ami leapt up to talk to Cid about joining their little army. Tifa walked away from the group, over to Marlene. "Hey, kiddo," she said warmly. "Could you do me a favor and hold down the fort today?"

"Is everyone leaving again?" Marlene asked.

"This afternoon," Tifa said. "It'll just be a few hours, though. Okay, sweetie? I know it gets a bit lonely, but… soon we'll have these guys beat and everything will go back to normal. Just gotta stay strong. Can you do that?"

"Of course," Marlene said, smiling.

"You're such a brave kid. Thank you for putting up with all this."

"No problem," Marlene said. As soon as Tifa walked away, she frowned. "I'm so tired of this… I don't want to be here anymore… I just want to go home."

"She said it wouldn't be much longer," Estu said.

"But… nothing's going to be the same anyway… It won't be any better than it is now," she said. "I wish… I wish she'd stop pretending like everything's going to be okay, it's not. Nothing's okay. …It never will be…" Marlene looked down sadly. "Nothing is okay about any of this… I miss Cloud, I miss Mr. Reeve, I miss…. I miss my Daddy," she said shakily, tears pooling in her eyes. "How is anything supposed to be okay? How does she expect me to be brave?"

I wish there was something I could do to help her… It's sad, seeing her like this. "…You know…you are really brave. You'll make it through this." That wasn't good… that sounded so stupid…

"I'm not that brave. I'm not even that great of a person."

"You're a lot better than I am," he pointed out. Am I even a person? I don't even know anymore… "Anyway, even if things don't go back to normal… they… they get a bit better over time. It gets easier… even if the pain never really goes away, and you still miss him, wish you could…. Say something, anything… just see them one last time."

"…Are you talking about me or you?" she asked.

"Er… you, of course, I'm talking about you," he said. "I mean it's not like I… I don't… never mind. But, you are incredibly brave, and kind, and… just a good kid. So, it'll be okay for you in the end.

"Thanks Estu," she said, sniffing. "But… I think you'll be okay, too. You aren't a bad person, Estu."

"I'm not good…" Everything I've ever done… it's all been for my benefit. But she cares so much about other people, so much that it hurts her… "I'm no hero," Estu said.

"But you aren't horrible. I mean, you're only human. Nobody's perfect."

"I guess…" Only human… Except I'm not even that. Don't think about it. Don't think about it. He opened the cover of the piano again, taking another shot at the song and losing himself among the notes.

Lunch that day was still rife with discussion about their plans. Vincent sat at the dining room table ('It's not a #$%^ing conference table if we're eating!' Cid had pointed out) waiting as Tifa finished up. He wasn't looking forward to going into the mansion. Really, he'd prefer going with Cid to round up potential troops, but he did suppose he knew his way around the place, and he wasn't much of a public speaker. It was probably the best use of their talents, splitting the tasks as they did.

He boredly took a sip of tea as Ami suddenly stood up, surprising everyone. "Oh, shoot! Are we going to listen to the 'Violet bulletin?'" she asked. Everyone stared blankly at her. "You guys haven't… oh. Um, sorry."

"What is it?" Tifa asked.

"Um… sort of Deepground's answer to the Zöld broadcasts. Anyway, you have to take everything with a grain of salt, and it's mostly propaganda, but they might say something helpful."

"You can put it on, I guess…" Cid said. Ami nodded, moving over to the radio. "So, how long have they been goin'?

"Um… first one was on the fifteenth, right after those battles. Anyway, they're kinda stupid… I just didn't know if they'd help or not." She turned the radio on, listening closely. "Um… it should start in just a minute…"

"This is Violet, bringing you all the latest world news!" An overly cheerful voice spoke out. "Ahem, today, October 18, a new law is being initiated in Deepground controlled territories. Under this law, it will be mandatory for all strong and able bodied adults between the ages of eighteen and twenty –eight to enlist briefly. I know this may be a bit hard on a few families, but it is for the greater good, after all! As Weiss leads us into a new age of peace and prosperity, you will come to thank him. And though there are still those who oppose his plans, they will soon be eliminated." The previously sweet voice turned a bit dark and menacing. "Those who resist against this change shall be crushed under the might of Deepground." Then the voice became sweet again," For the glory of color and light, Violet lives only to serve the world and Weiss."

"…Holy shit. She's #$%^ing nuts."

"Um yeah…" Ami said awkwardly. "…Funny, they'd be trying to recruit me if I was still in Costa del Sol. Like that would happen!"

"So they're pretending Weiss is a benevolent force for good," Vincent said. "What's tragic is there are probably people who believe that."

"I came across one like that," Ami said. "He was a good person, or at least, not bad, but…"

"We still have to stop them," Tifa said. Cid nodded in agreement. They each quickly finished their lunch and stood, gathering anything they may need for the day. Tifa walked up to Denzel, who was twirling his staff. "Denzel, are you staying here or going with Cid?"

"Cid," he answered. "I wanna see who we're fighting with."

"...Well, okay… You are growing up, but I'd prefer if you kept safe…"

"I'll be fine, don't worry," he said, heading out with Cid, Yuffie, and Ami.

"…Right… don't worry," Tifa replied quietly. She turned to Vincent. "Do you think I'm wrong, not wanting him to fight? He's just… he's just a little boy…"

"He's grown up a lot in the past few weeks," Vincent said.

"And… we've grown apart… Well, there's not much I can do about that right now, right? Keep… moving…" She sighed. "It's getting harder and harder though." Vincent nodded, and opened the door out of the house. They walked in silence for a while, Tifa looking ahead, but deep in thought. "But until we stop them… I guess it's like what Barret used to say, 'There ain't no getting offa this train we're on.' But… I wish I could do a better job with all this."

"I think you're doing just fine," Vincent said, looking up at the dirt path leading to the manor. "…I really don't want to go in there."

"Sorry," she replied, walking through the fence. Vincent put his hands into his coat pockets and walked on, opening the door to the house.

It was eerily quiet inside, as the mansion had been for a long time. The smell of Mako still saturated the air, leaving an odd energy hanging around. Tifa looked up at the stairs leading to the underground library. "Are these foot prints?" Vincent looked over to two pairs of prints, walking up the stairs. …Those two… must have been them. Vincent wondered if ,after what he found out, he should tell the others about Estu. But did he have a right to? Did he have a right not to? "Who d'you think was in here?"

"Probably just a few kids… the tracks look pretty old, probably from months ago."

"Really? Well I guess you are the expert on this stuff," Tifa said, walking on. How long am I going to keep his secrets? …It doesn't matter. If it becomes important, well I'll cross that bridge when I get there. They moved towards the old spiral stair case, leading to the library. As they reached the bottom, Vincent took a quick glance down the hall. "Don't you even think about it!"

"I wasn't…"

"Good, leave that old coffin alone."

"Very well," he said, entering the library. He looked around at the shelves of books… almost looking innocent. But this was the place where hell began, where madness got its start. How many lives were lost due to the information in that room? How many countless individuals were now nothing more than notes in a book of failed projects? "Where to begin...?"

He and Tifa searched through the texts for what seemed like hours, Tifa keeping a running tab on anything of interest. Vincent climbed up a ladder, spying an old journal on the top. He picked it up and slid down the rungs, getting a better look at it. It was old… that much was apparent from the yellowing pages, though the leather bound cover was holding up fairly well. The book still had to be forty years old, at the least. Vincent opened it up, looking at the name written in flowing script at the top of the front cover. "Vere."

"…What?" Tifa asked.

"This journal… it's Vere's."

"The old guy we met outside of Junon? The one who helped discover the Proto-materia?"

"I… think…" Vincent said. He moved over to a table, carefully setting the book down. "…Journal of Archeologist Dr. J. H. Vere… documentation on the discovery and study of the Proto-materia…"

"That's… huh…" Tifa said, looking over. "Wanna read it, Vince?"

Vincent nodded, turning to the first page. "Date, 17th of January… 1970…"

After reviewing the materials sent by Dr. Gast, I became rather interested in the origins of our planet, and I believe I have discovered something amazing in the bone village in the north. A map to a materia, which may be the very first in the whole world. If so… well this discovery would be ground breaking. I've enlisted an expedition team, as well as two scientists interested in the materia's implications on their work. Dr. Valentine and his assistant, Lucrecia Crescent. Vere set his pen down, reading over his notes on the materia. This would make his fame. He could feel it. I meet with Dr. Valentine today… He paused, thinking. The very implications this would have on their understanding of the world, and he'd lead the team there. It was amazing, just thinking about it.

A knock on the door. This must be them! Vere ran out of his office, and opened the door, allowing two people to enter. The man was tall, and surprisingly intimidating. Red intelligent eyes scanned around the room, dark hair fell past his shoulders. Though he was dressed in a white lab coat, his clothes underneath were black, giving the man a look of stark contrasts. The woman behind him seemed almost delicate, slim, and by the way she looked down, a bit shy, Vere guessed. She wore her brown hair up, though a fringe of it framed her face, nearly hiding the edges of her bright green eyes. "Dr. Valentine," Vere greeted, shaking the man's hand. Valentine nodded back.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Dr. Vere. Is everything ready for the expedition tomorrow?"

"Ah yes. I hope you laboratory types won't mind getting a bit dirty. The materia is said to rest at the center of a labyrinth," Vere said, smiling at the thought.

"Yes you told me…" Valentine said quietly. "It'll probably be quite an adventure, certainly more exciting research than what your peers will be writing about, don't you think Lucrecia?"

She nodded. "It'll make a wonderful thesis paper."

18th of January 1970… We are about to set off on our expedition. What lies at the center of the Labyrinth… the Proto-materia, as I like to call it. It is so close to my grasp… Vere set the pen down, looking at the team gathering in the airport. Dr. Valentine tied a red bandana around his neck. "So do I look the part of an adventurer?" he asked seriously. Vere chuckled, nodding.

The flight to the island was lengthy, but entirely worth it. It was beautiful, such tropic scenery, and everywhere, bits of stone tablets, etched with luminescent symbols. In the years to come, he'd have to make more trips to the island, if only to translate the texts in the stone. He moved to the center, leading the team forward. "This rock… seems a bit out of place, don't you think, Valentine?"

"It's not exactly my line of work, but yes… it does."

The crew moved it out of the way, uncovering a large hole in the ground. "Well isn't this interesting… who'd like to go first?"

19th of January, 1970… I believe I have made a mistake. On the expedition yesterday, I acted out of haste… plunging my team into a booby trap. A man died, yesterday. One of the younger members of my team… It was my fault… Vere looked at the Proto-materia, glowing with an odd red light, but occasionally flashing with white. I feel a bit guilty about what happened, but the secrets of this materia have to be worth it. I'm optimistic about our study of it.

27th of January, 1970. Work has gone slowly on the materia… Though Dr. Valentine believes it has something to do with his work on a being called Chaos. Ancient texts seem to confirm this guess. The man has been spending much of his time here, though his assistant seemed as though she was in desperate need of a break. She's taking the next two weeks off.

1st of February, 1970. Valentine's son visited today. Caused quite a commotion…

Vere looked over at the young man. He looked a lot like his father, with the same dark hair and curious red eyes. Though at the moment, the resemblances ended with looks it seemed, as the Doctor 'discussed' the matter of his son's career.

"I cannot believe you want to throw your life away. You were doing just fine with your courses, why on Gaia did you decide that you wanted to join… that… that organization of glorified killers?"

"Father, the Turks are rather selective of who they allow to join. The fact that I got in-"

"Yes, great. You can fight and use a gun. But why waste your mind on that nonsense? Have you no respect?"

"Respect for what, exactly? Family tradition? When have I ever expressed any desire to follow in your footsteps? I mean, it's not as though I-"

"Vincent!"

"Yes?" the young man answered. Dr. Valentine seemed to be unable to speak. "This is what I'm doing. I'm already contracted. I was just telling you."

"Why? Just … Why?"

"Because it's what I'm good at… and because I can."

"Damn it, Vincent! Is this all it boils down to? You don't want to be me? Is that all?"

"…"

"Don't go all quiet like that!"

"Sorry, father. I need to get going," Vincent said. He left then, leaving the Doctor an angry mess I had to deal with.

"You were a rebel?" Tifa asked, looking amused.

"I was nineteen," Vincent said.

"But you, you actually did that? Went against your dad like that? I can't believe you of all people…"

"I was nineteen," Vincent said again. "And a lot more impulsive than I am now, and… I hated being told what to do. So I dropped out of the university I was enrolled in and joined the Turks on a whim. So, yes, I suppose I was a bit of a rebel, but everyone has a phase like that, don't they?"

"I guess," Tifa said. "So how come you never mentioned meeting Vere?"

"I didn't remember even saying anything to him…I didn't really notice him at all…" Vincent said. "I really didn't even remember his name, even right after I'd left. I guess I had my mind on other things."

"Wonder why Vere didn't recognize you then…"

"Well, it has been over forty years. Anyway, I doubt he expected me to look like I do."

"True… too bad you didn't pay more attention to him, though. Would've helped us now," Tifa said.

Vincent nodded. "But, it was a long time ago. And I was sort of preoccupied with my father. He was furious with me… thought I was wasting my talents, I suppose, though I had no interest in his line of work…"

"He ever forgive you?"

Vincent looked down guiltily. "I don't know… that was the last time I ever spoke to him. After that, I went to Midgar and ignored his calls for a while. I assumed he'd just try to get me 'back on the right track.' Then he… died, not long after…. I wish I could have made amends somehow…"

"Oh, Vince! I'm so sorry."

"It was a long time ago," Vincent said again. "…I just… I need a bit of a break."

She nodded. "Right. I'm just going to look through the rest of these for a bit."

Estu and Marlene took advantage of the empty house, using the attic as a good secluded place to practice. Dispite a few days with out working, Marlene did well with her dodging moves, and Estu taught her a few new ones. After a few hours, she had them down pretty well. She sat down, looking tired. "Need a break?" Estu asked, sitting next to her.

"Yeah… I'm doing pretty good, huh?" Marlene asked.

"Pretty decent," Estu said. "I dunno… should we practice magic up here? It might mess something up. And your aim isn't the best anyway…"

"Don't be mean! …It's not that bad. So…" she paused, looking over at him. "Are you sure you don't want to talk about yesterday?"

"…What's there to talk about?" he asked. Her eyes still seemed to bore into him. Estu sighed, then spoke quietly, "…S-2… that was the name of a project… I assume it means Sep -Sephiroth Two… which would make me…" He tapped his fingers across the floor, trying to compose his thoughts. "Vincent said… cloning could be a possibility, but… I didn't even think… I guess it's possible, but… I didn't want…"

"What's cloning?" Marlene asked.

"…Right… I forget you're only seven sometimes…"

"I'm almost eight!" she protested. "So, what is it?"

"…Do you know those little pieces of carbon paper? Whatever you write gets copied perfectly onto the sheet below it. If what Vincent guessed was right… and he seems to be right a lot… but if he's right, I'd be the bottom sheet… a copy of an already existing person…"

"But the carbon paper makes the copy at the same time," Marlene said, missing the point.

"…Maybe it wasn't the best metaphor… I'm sorry, I'm not really good at explaining this stuff…"

"How come you know what it is?" Marlene asked.

"Well…" Estu paused, thinking about it. "Actually, I have no clue how I know… Maybe… Maybe I knew before and just never forgot? Crap… that would mean… if that's the case I…" His hands started shaking. "I…"

"Estu… it'll be okay," she said, patting his shoulder.

"Don't do that," he said, moving away from her. "I'm fine… really. I'm fine." Maybe if he kept telling himself that, it would become true. "I mean… it's not like I know anything for sure now, right?"

"I… guess?" Marlene said.

"Yeah… Anyway, let's get back to practicing, okay?" She nodded, standing up. They got back to working on fighting, though Estu didn't think he needed much more practice for the day. Anything to keep himself from thinking about it… Anything would help.

"Do you think you could take over reading for a while? My voice is tired…" Vincent said, walking back to the book.

"Oh, sure," Tifa replied. "Let's see… 24th of February, 1970…"

Grimoire has found something interesting in his research. Apparently, Chaos is supposed to return to a location called Crystal Cave. We decided that bringing the Proto-materia there would be a good way to study its effects. The expedition is scheduled for five days from now, and I cannot wait. Vere smiled at the thought. All his work was finally coming together. I really need to start writing my memoirs for when I'm famous.

1st of March, 1970. We arrived at Crystal Cave today. Lucrecia in particular seems rather excited about this research. Well, it will make quite a thesis paper. Valentine's been a bit irritable, said his blasted son wouldn't return his calls, but this latest venture seems to be lifting his spirits as well. Teenagers… they're an excellent reason to never have children.

Vere looked at the surrounding cave. It was quite beautiful, delicate structures of diamond glistened in the faint light. A waterfall provided a backdrop of white noise, echoing throughout the smooth walls. "We should sell postcards of these places, don't you think, Valentine?" Always serious, Grimoire simply nodded.

"The center of the cave is where it's supposed to happen… We should get going."

"Of course ,Doctor."

They moved towards the center of the cave, finding a raised crystiline structure. Grimoire held out the materia, setting it into an indentation. For a few moments, nothing happened. But then…

The earth shook, and the previously gleaming white crystals turned blood red. Vere looked around worriedly. "What's going on?" A terrible voice, deep and echoing and otherworldly began speaking in a language none of them understood. Vere looked around for the source, but couldn't find one, almost as though it was the voice of the cave itself. From the crystals lining the room, dark energy took the shape of abstract hands, not entirely solid, but not quite ethereal either… One of the hands lashed out, grabbing one of the expedition team.

"Help!" he cried out in pain. It was only a moment though… then another hand lashed out at him, spilling his blood. Oh god! What have we done? Vere ran, avoiding the hands that were gripping various team members. A sudden shrill cry caught his attention.

"Lucrecia!" Grimoire shouted. One of the dark, tendril like arms gripped her. Valentine dove towards her, disrupting the flow of energy from the crystal. As though it were angered, four of the hands latched onto Valentine, each pulling a limb in a different direction.

"No, Doctor!" Lucrecia cried. She dove towards the protomateria, grabbing it. It shone in her grasp, and the tendrils seemed to go away… but it was too late. She and Vere walked over to Valentine's body.

"D- don't look," Vere said, turning her away.

"He… he tried to save me… what have I done?" Vere shook his head. What have I done?

5th of March, 1970. I'm back in Midgar now… after meeting with a few experts, it was decided that the Proto-materia was, by far, too dangerous. And I never wanted to have someone go through what we did that day. Out of the initial ten person team, there are three of us now… Me, Lucrecia, and one of the assistants I hired. We decided to split the Proto-Materia into three pieces, hide it, so it can never be used again. Each of us is telling one person where our piece is, but that's all. As I told Lucrecia, I'm putting mine back where it came from. My assistant told me he took it to an ancient's maze, near the bone village. As for Lucrecia… I have no idea where hers is, but I hope she hides it well.

I've decided… I can't publish anything. Not after what happened. Seven people are dead, and I'm to blame… My own damn ambition caused all of this. I'm done with it all. I'm quitting my job… I just can't stand it anymore.

16th of March, 1970. I can't stand it any more. I just can't. I see their faces, the people who died. I see them everywhere. I hate people. I hate them. I need to get away. If anyone ever reads this… take it as a cautionary tale. I can't anymore… I'm leaving, going somewhere far enough away in the forest that I won't have to deal with anyone. Just leave me alone. Just leave me alone…

"…It ends there," Tifa said. Vincent nodded, thinking over what they'd just learned. "…There's a map showing the location of the shard we found and the second one. Do you know what Lucrecia did with hers?"

"No… she never mentioned any of this… this must have been what she meant when she said she was responsible for my father's death…"

"Are you okay, Vince?" He nodded, looking at the multitude of books they'd collected.

"That was… it was probably the best of what we'd find here. Do you want to call it a day?"

"Yeah… It's getting pretty late. We'll have to tell Cid about this."

"Just… bring the journal." Vincent looked back at all the books held on the shelves. "This sheds a bit of light… I think it was a good find." Tifa nodded, moving towards the spiral staircase. They both climbed and walked out of the house in silence.