She lay there on a patch of bare concrete, surrounded by rubble piled so high it had taken him a while to reach her.
She was laid on her back, her arms outstretched as if she thought she could fly.
Her golden brown hair was blood soaked, blood pooled around her head like an obscene halo. Her eyes were open, she was smiling.
She was naked; he could see the many scars that covered her body. Hojo had left his mark.
Vincent closed her eyes and took off his cloak. Covering her up he scooped up her lifeless form and began the long journey back to Shinra HQ.
Rufus would want to know what happened to his beast and his Turk.