Written by Benoit Goudreault-Emond
4. Memories are recalled
Tifa and Cloud in lead, AVALANCHE entered Nibelheim. Tifa was not exactly at ease. As she had each time she had come back to her home town, she could feel a lump in her throat. The place was not, actually, her home town, despite what her senses told her. It was a fake, a mockery built by the Shinra to hide the events that lead to Sephiroth's rampage and eventually, to his casting of Meteor in a mad attempt to become a living god. Reeve had proposed to scuttle the city and move its present inhabitants elsewhere, but Tifa had vetoed it, arguing that the people living here now had the right to do so. Still, it made her very uneasy, to the point where she considered asking Reeve to do it anyways. It was as if her past was blank, as if she had become a non-person.
She glanced at Cloud, wondering whether he felt the same. His face was expressionless, but she thought she could see his jaw clench and unclench successively. Whether it was unease at being a man with his past erased, or only the pain of bitter memories, she could not tell. Without thought, she touched his hand. She then realized what she was doing, and, embarrassed, was getting ready to pull it back, but Cloud just closed his hand over hers, squeezing almost painfully. She hadn't realized how unpleasant the place was for him. Neither of them had words for what they were feeling, so they just stood there, in silence, looking deep within themselves. Cloud remembering how he had pushed Sephiroth in the reactor, and his horror at learning that he was still alive. Tifa remembering the death of her father.
But they had prevailed. They had survived. Sephiroth was dead, by Cloud's hand. With that thought, Cloud breathed deeply and looked at what was in front of him. For the first time, he was seeing it as what it was rather than what it had been. He eased his grip on Tifa's hand, and she reluctantly let him go. Then, he turned to his companions, who were waiting in respectful silence behind them, each of them waiting for him and Tifa to come back among the living. Cid lighting a cigarette, thinking he had to get off that stuff: it was killing his wind. Barret, polishing his gun-arm, a bit depressed at having to leave Marlene behind again to save the world. Reeve, speaking quietly in his cell phone, no doubt directing his employees back in Kalm. Vincent, gazing somewhere, thinking something, though who knew what? Nanaki, sitting calmly, wondering why Katya was moving in this innocent-seeming little village.
And Tifa, next to him, seemingly embarrassed about something, as usual when she was around him. What was it with her? He did not know. He promised himself he'd work up the nerve to ask her someday. But now, there was business at hand. He took one last look at his companions, those that had stuck with him through all those battles, and he wondered how one could be more lucky than he had been to find friends like that.
"All right," Cloud started, bringing everybody back to reality. "Let's split up. Red, Vincent, come with me to the Shinra mansion. Their library is extensive, and we may find what we're looking for there. Tifa, take everybody else and move on to the reactor. I don't think Shinra had the time to make it before us, thanks to the Highwind, but I think they'll show up eventually. I intend to have a reception committee ready for them. Any problems?"
There were none. Nobody spoke up for a time, and then:
"If I'm being a damn fool, and you don't dare to tell me, tell me anyway. I'm too tired to bust your butt," said Cloud good naturedly.
Everybody laughed. Even Vincent managed a weak smile. Barret said:
"It's fine like that. Let's go!"
"OK, then. Good luck," Cloud wished his companions. As AVALANCHE split in two groups, he had a thought. "Oh, and Tifa..." he hesitated.
She turned. "Yes?"
"...Take good care of yourself," Cloud managed to add.
Tifa grinned. "Aye aye, Sir!" she said smartly, saluting and standing at attention. She then spun around and moved off, leading her group towards the reactor.
The Shinra building in Nibelheim was as deserted and ominous as ever. Cloud led the way, Nanaki following and Vincent bringing up the rear. They reached the heavy door to the basement without incident. As Cloud pushed the door open, however, several bats flew out, trying to get a bite out of the trio. But between Cloud's sword, Nanaki's fangs and Vincent's gun, they were all either driven away or killed within a minute. And that was because Cloud was not in very good shape. Without a word, Cloud, his sword still drawn (he knew what was to come in there), started going down, quickly followed by his two companions. Fifteen sliced, shot and bitten bats later, the trio had reached the library. Cloud opened the door and entered the room. Another piece of memory came back to him, but, gritting his teeth, he forced it back to the dark recesses of his mind.
"Pity I never had the time to look through all of this," Nanaki suddenly said wistfully. "It is a fascinating account of what Shinra had done over the years." Then, at Vincent's piercing look and Cloud's frown, he quickly added, "From a purely scientific point of view, of course."
Cloud shook his head, smiling grimly. "I'm sure when this is all over, Red, you'll be able to grab all of this stuff and ship it over to Cosmo Canyon. Now is not the time, though."
"Agreed," Vincent concurred. "What shall we look for, exactly?"
"Mako extraction techniques is what interests us here," answered Red. "Specifically, notes on the very first reactor built."
"Let's get to it, then," Cloud concluded.
They got to work.
"Are we there yet?"
Tifa could not repress a smile at hearing Barret say this for what seemed to be the millionth time. It reminded her of a certain endless climb at Shinra headquarters, two years ago, where Barret had been grumbling all the way to the top. He had been serious at first, but eventually started doing it just to annoy her. Obviously, he was trying to annoy her right now. It was not really working. In fact, the memory made her almost cheerful, despite the disaster in which that mission had ended.
Not wanting to have Barret think she wasn't listening, she simply shook her head, not bothering to turn back to look at him, and said: "No."
"There yet? Heh heh heh..." she heard him chuckle.
"Ah, Wallace, shut up, dammit!" yelled Cid from his spot in the back of the file. "You're gonna give me an ulcer!"
"Hey! I'm just asking a question, Highwind. Ya can't handle that?" Barret yelled back.
"Not the same stupid question a thousand time, Wallace! Shut up and walk!"
Tifa would have normally let them bicker. When the two men started calling one another by their family name, she knew, a contest for the wittiest repartee would quickly devolve into a trade of the most ridiculous insults one could think of, until both men, realizing how stupid they sounded, would crack up and laugh like crazy. Some male bonding thing she didn't feel she had the right to interfere with. Still, this group was her responsibility, and she wanted to make sure everybody was on guard, so she said:
"Boys, save your wind. We still have a harsh climb ahead. Cid, I suggest you listen to your own advice..."
She could practically feel the good mood of the two men evaporate. So she turned around and winked at them. Their good mood came back immediately, but they stayed silent.
That's when she realized something. The Cait Sith robot had been disassembled by Reeve a month after Holy had been unleashed. It was only logical for Reeve to be there in person after that. However, unlike the robot, Reeve had no combat skills, no armor, and looked quite vulnerable, all skinny in his blue three-piece suit. Tifa slowed down, signaling a puzzled Barret to take the lead, and came next to Reeve.
"Nice view, isn't it?" she began.
"Oh, yes..." Reeve answered with some awe in his voice. "Cait Sith had seen it, but the damn cameras are black and white. This is nothing like I had on that old boring TV screen. I'm glad to see it in the flesh. And I'm really glad it's still there for me to see."
"Speaking of Cait Sith... You realize now you're in person with us, do you?" she asked.
"Sure. What of it?" he countered, puzzled.
"And we may be heading into a fight..." she continued.
"Yes, we are... And...?" he replied, puzzled.
My God, how could the man be so slow on the uptake? "And... Well, you're here in your three piece suit. Can you dodge bullets? Or is this suit made out of some top secret bullet-proof mesh?" she asked him, her tone slightly sarcastic.
Reeve's eyes went wide, and color disappeared from his face. "Oh, my!" he exclaimed. "I hadn't thought of that! It was so natural for me to follow as Cait Sith, that... Oh, my!" he repeated.
Despite the seriousness of the situation, Tifa grinned. The whole thing was a bit ridiculous. "Well, do you have a handgun, at least?" she asked him, in a much gentler tone than before.
"Uh... Yes, but I'm not especially Mr. Marksman," he admitted.
"All right." She took a Barrier and a Restore Materia Orb out of her bracelet and handed them to him. "You can use those?"
"I think so..." he answered hesitantly, then, as he snapped them in the gun's handle and felt the power of the orbs, added, with more confidence, "Yes, I can."
"All right," Tifa said. "Now, I don't have many offensive orbs on me... Barret! Mind handing him that Fire Orb you've been dragging around?"
Barret had been listening to the conversation, first amused, but then growing more and more annoyed. This was the last straw. Reeve had stupidly come in practically naked, and now he was supposed to get a free Orb? Gaah! "Why don't you ask Highwind? He's got plenty too!" he snapped.
"But at least I can use it properly, Wallace!" Cid shot back. Which was a bit unfair to Barret, but had some truth to it nonetheless. Barret was not the best mage in this outfit.
Tifa frowned at the black man. "Barret." Her tone allowed no argument.
Barret just looked at her for a moment, and finally gave in. "All right, all right! There's your Orb, mister executive! Try not to lose it, you damn screw-up! Why am I always stuck with screw-ups? How come I never get a single good teammate? Why me?" he complained.
Tifa could have easily refuted his arguments, citing any other team member, but knew that was pointless. Barret was just grumbling for form. She came to his side, and without breaking stride, gave him a peck on the cheek, whispering a warm "Thank you" next to his ear.
"Yeah, sure. Anytime," Barret grumbled. But Tifa knew he was mollified, at least for the time being.
"Hey!" yelled Cid from the back. "Don't I get a kiss too? I have to put up with this bozo!"
"Just keep walking, Cid," Tifa replied with fake weariness, having a hard time keeping an edge of amusement off her voice. She passed Barret, and, recognizing the area, sprinted to the top of the peak in front of her, ignoring her teammates' protests at her sudden change in pace. She passed the peak, and was rewarded with a view of the reactor.
Reeve rejoined her first, followed closely by Barret and Cid. She pointed the reactor and said, "That's it. Nibelheim's reactor. From now on, everyone stay on your toes. There might be some critters left down there."
The men said nothing as they readied their weapons. All signs of the previous good-natured banter had evaporated, as everyone now kept their senses alert for any suspicious events. Despite what Barret says, Tifa mused, This team is very far from being a bunch of screw-ups.. She noted with some satisfaction that although Reeve seemed very nervous, he was constantly looking around for any sort of danger. There's hope for him. I must make sure he survives this.
"Do you think we should wake him?" asked Nanaki.
Vincent looked at Cloud, who fast asleep, face in the book he had been reading. He was breathing peacefully.
"No, let him rest. Tired as he his, he'd be no help," he answered.
"Very well," said Nanaki as he turned back to the shelf. He was in the process of collecting books for further study whenever they got back to Corel.
Some minutes passed as the red beast and the mysterious man read through as much as they could. Suddenly, Cloud cried out, startling Nanaki (but not Vincent, who simply looked up from his book with an unreadable expression). His eyes were unfocused, as he was remembering...
Having been pulled in the Lifestream by Sephiroth, Cloud faced his adversary one last time. He felt his anger build as his memories of how much pain and suffering the man had caused in his insane quest for becoming a living God. He lashed out, unleashing his anger in a series of slashes and stabs. He lunged out, again and again, seemingly without end. Finally, having drained his anger and energy, he stopped, looking at Sephiroth.
But somehow, he had made a horrible mistake. Instead of Sephiroth lying on the ground mortally wounded, lay Aeris, her numerous wounds bleeding heavily. She smiled at Cloud in pity, a smile full of understanding, mouthing the words "it's not your fault" before she died.
And then, Sephiroth drove his sword in Cloud, sending excruciating pain through his entire body...
"Breathe deeply," ordered Vincent, having risen from his chair and put a comforting hand on Cloud's shoulder. "Slow. Steady. Think of the air going in and out as an ocean. Feel its wave going through you, relaxing you."
Cloud listened to Vincent's calm voice, taking a shuddery breath, and then another, less shuddery, until he could finally breathe normally. He then put his head between his head, trying not to simply break down and cry. This was the worst one yet...
"Cloud..." began Nanaki. He paused. Then: "Your nightmare again?" Cloud simply nodded. Nanaki continued. "Do you remember what it was?"
"I do, but I want to forget," whispered Cloud. "As soon as I can. It was awful, Red. Utterly awful."
He then looked up, both at Vincent and Nanaki. "My friends, tell me... I didn't kill her, didn't I? It was Sephiroth who did it, wasn't it?"
"Killed whom?" asked Nanaki, knowing the answer but wanting to force Cloud to say it.
"Aeris," whispered Cloud. His eyes were pleading. He needed to be reassured.
"How can you even ask this?" said Vincent forcefully. "Tifa and Cid were there with you! You raised your sword, but managed to snap out of it, when Sephiroth came out from nowhere and stabbed her from behind!"
"That's really how it happened?" asked Cloud softly. "You would not lie to me? Try to spare my feelings?"
"Tifa might," said Vincent. That made Cloud wince; it was not something he liked to be reminded of. "But I doubt Cid would." Then: "But don't you remember?"
"I'm not sure whether I can trust my memories anymore..." said Cloud bitterly.
"Well, you can trust those, my friend," Nanaki assured him. "How can you even consider your dreams more meaningful than your memories?" he added.
"When one feels enough guilt, however misplaced, one begins to doubt one's whole self," muttered Vincent.
"Why do you say that?" asked Nanaki, a hint of curiosity in his voice. "It's as if you've experienced this yourself..."
Vincent acted as if he hadn't heard.
Cloud pulled himself together. "All right. I'm OK now. Let's find that damn book and get out of here."
"Are you sure you're all right?" asked Nanaki, concern evident in his voice.
"No," replied Cloud, grimacing, "I'm not. But this shouldn't stop us from completing our mission here. We must not lose sight of our objective."
"Well said," Vincent complimented, going back to his book. Nanaki hesitated a while longer, then nodded slowly and resumed reading the volume in front of him.
Cloud sighed, and got back to his own book. It was incredibly dense, incredibly technical, and he was really not feeling up to it. He needed to take his mind off of all this. Despite having gotten little sleep, he felt restless, feverish. He tried to read a bit more, but to no avail. He suddenly got to his feet and walked out. Nanaki gave him a puzzled look.
"Are you well, my friend?" Nanaki asked.
"I'm fine," snapped Cloud. "I'm gonna join Tifa and the others at the reactor. I'm no good down here--I can't concentrate."
Nanaki nodded. "Very well. Be careful."
Cloud just smiled, and stormed off.
As soon as Tifa entered the reactor, she knew something was wrong. She could not quite place it, but something was bothering her.
"So, this is where it all began," said Reeve to himself, aloud. Tifa could barely hear him.
"Yeah, that's the place," said Tifa distractedly.
"Hey, Tifa! Anything botherin' ya?" asked Barret.
"What?" she yelled back at him. She couldn't hear him over the racket in there.
"I said, is anything botherin' ya!" repeated Barret, very loudly this time.
Then Tifa got it. The noise. The reactor's machinery was still running. This was not supposed to be. It meant the Shinra had been there.
"Everybody, get ready! There's going to be trouble!" she ordered. Nobody moved straight off, looking at her with a puzzled expression. "Can't you hear it? Reactor's still running! MOVE IT!"
Three pair of eyes got wide as the men realized what this meant. They all assumed combat stance immediately and started to spread out. Tifa moved towards the entrance to the reactor's core. As she predicted, trouble came: some huge robotic contraption came out, ripping metal out of the door frame to make room for its bulk. It was about three meters high, four meters wide, and featured several cannon-like tubes. It moved on threads, and seemed to be made out of extremely tough metal. Tifa slowed down as the machine came out of hiding, but then her old battle reflexes took over, and she actually started to run faster. She ran up the stairs and rammed the robot, both fists held forward, and dealt it a blow of considerable force. The robot shook, but no dent was visible in its armor. However, it trained one of its cannons on Tifa and fired a shell. She narrowly dodged it, and dealt the machine another blow, again without any visible effect.
Barret and Cid snapped out of their initial surprise at seeing the robot ---and at seeing it withstand one of Tifa's strongest moves--and moved in. Barret poured bullets into the metallic frame of the mechanical monstrosity, but besides some scuff marks, no visible effect could be seen. Cid charged with his spear, hoping to puncture the armor. However, seemingly seeing him as a danger, the machine fired a shell at him. Cid tried to dodge and failed; the explosion threw him on a side wall. He was knocked out immediately.
Tifa kept hitting the metallic monster, staying close such that the cannons could not be rotated to hit her. Her blows still didn't have any visible effect. However, it helped Barret avoid the shells, as the constant hits Tifa was giving the robot messed up its aim. Still, the explosions came close enough to Barret that he had to hide behind one of the Mako infusion pods, and he couldn't get a clear shot.
"I can't get out of cover without getting hit!" yelled Barret.
"Reeve!" Tifa yelled towards the front of the reactor, still pummeling the robot with all she got, trying to allow Barret to come closer so he could use his gun-arm at point-blank range. "Snap out of it and get started with that Materia!"
Reeve snapped out of a daze, and concentrated on the Barrier Orb. A gray wall seemed to come in front of Tifa and Barret. It hadn't come a moment too soon: Tifa had stumbled and the robot had fired a shell at her. The explosion threw her down the stairs, but she managed to land on her feet, unharmed although somewhat dazed by the shell's impact. However, Barret, who had managed to get somewhat closer, got nailed as well, as Tifa was not there to mess up the machine's aim. He was thrown to the floor, but got up immediately and kept firing at the robot, cursing under his breath. He knew he would not be able to get close enough to pierce the machine's armor until Tifa started slugging it again. Unfortunately, she was having as much trouble as he was having coming close to the robot. It was sitting on top of the stairs, and they were at the bottom; this gave the machine an advantage.
The two opponents remained stalemated for several minutes, and Tifa was starting to feel frustration. She and her friends were effectively pinned behind the Mako pods, and there was nothing she could do to shake the feeling that it was exactly what the Shinra had wanted when they activated that monstrosity. No doubt they were deep inside the reactor, doing whatever nasty business they had come to do. And there was no way for them to pierce that armor. They needed either Lightning Materia, or a fully conscious Cid and his spear, and they had neither. And as long as the machine managed to keep Barret far away, there was no way his bullets could do the job Cid's spear would have done. They had to get closer. Tifa signaled Barret, who nodded. On the count of three, they both rose from behind their cover and started running towards the robot. Tifa hoped that it would concentrate on her so Barret could get closer. However, seeing that it had to choose between two dangerous targets, the machine chose both: a cannon it had not used before unfolded out of its body in the blink of an eye and fired a laser with a wide firing arc. Barret took the brunt of it and was promptly knocked out when his head banged on a nearby Mako infusion pod that, ironically enough, had been his cover a few instants before.
However, as soon as the robot fired, Cid sprung into action. He had been waiting for an opening, faking unconsciousness, thrusting his friends to force the robot in some energy consuming maneuver. The machine was presently standing idle, waiting for its accumulators to recharge after the laser blast. Faster than the eye could follow, Cid leaped high in the air and, Venus Gospel pointing forward, used a Mako pod as a blast off point. He leaped towards the robot, driving his spear deep in its forward armor plate. Following through, he landed on top of the machine, dragging his spear after him, creating a long, narrow gash in the robot's frontal armor. He pulled his spear out and lifted it high above his head, intent on driving it deep within the machine's circuits. Unfortunately, its accumulators had recharged enough for it to start thrashing around. Cid lost balance and stumbled down the robot's body, ending his fall on his side next to the robot's front right leg.
But as soon as the robot was rid of Cid, Tifa was once again on top of it, lashing out with a flurry of punches and kicks. She let herself consume in anger, her fury fueling her blows. She ended the combination with a powerful punch that channeled all her energy. The machine was thrown on the back wall, the gash Cid had made now so wide that Reeve could clearly see the circuitry of the machine's hardware from his vantage point at the bottom of the stairs.
Without hesitation, Reeve cast a Fire spell inside the gash, melting the circuits inside to slag. The robot collapsed like a puppet whose strings had just been cut.
It was over.
As Cid was helping Barret up, and Reeve was coming over, Restore Materia in hand, Tifa jumped over the now inanimate assemblage of metal and ran inside the chamber that once had held Jenova. She looked around, but could not figure out what was missing. No dust had been lifted, save for the dust in front of the door disturbed by the robot and the dust on the Reactor's control panel. She walked over to the latter and a frown appeared on her brow as she deciphered the indicators. Although all the machinery was apparently running perfectly, no Mako energy was being extracted. She stayed in front of the panel for a long time, looking at the energy output readout intently. Finally, in a single, decisive movement, she brought the power lever down, shutting down the reactor.
She got back to the Mako Pod room, where her friends were recovering. Barret looked unhurt save for a bump on his head, but the stream of curses coming out of his mouth revealed that he was extremely angry at himself for having been taken out that easily. Cid, obviously pleased with his little maneuver, was taking the opportunity to remind Barret of his earlier complaint about having to work with "damn screw-ups," pointing out that those had saved his ass once again. Reeve was looking from one to the other, smiling; however, his face was ghostly white. Tifa walked to him.
"You did well, Reeve," she told the businessman.
"You really mean that?" he asked, his smile widening slightly.
Tifa nodded. "Of course. As soon as I widened the wound Cid had dealt to that thing, you melted the robot's circuits. That takes good battle reflexes."
Despite the compliment, Reeve's smile vanished. "But I froze up in the beginning," he pointed out. "I was so shocked, seeing this thing in front of me, knowing that it was real this time---"
Tifa cut him off. "Everybody freezes up the first time," she reassured him. "As soon as I snapped at you, you moved. And you did exactly what I wanted you to do, despite my rather vague orders. That's as much as I can ask from anyone," she said with finality.
Reeve's smile returned, and he seemed to look at Tifa in a whole new light. "You know, I wondered why Cloud had chosen you to lead this team. No offense, but I thought Barret had more the command-type mind. Now, I think I know why he chose you over him. You're a very good leader, Tifa."
"I just do my best," she said shyly, looking at her feet. "Like everyone else," she added. She could feel herself blush at the compliment.
Reeve was about to answer that, but was interrupted by the unmistakable sound of metal scraping metal coming from outside. Everyone froze, then as one, ran out of the reactor.
There, they found Cloud, sword on his shoulder, standing on top of a heap of scrap metal. The size and shape of the heap matched roughly that of the robot his friends had just battled with. Standing there on top of what had been a dangerous metal menace a few seconds ago, he looked as tired as before, but also very, very proud of himself.
Barret was the first to break the team's awed silence. "Hey, ain't that thing just like the bruiser that gave us so much trouble inside?" he demanded.
"Sure is," Cid replied. "Way to go! Didn't know you had that in you, Spike!" he added, sounding quite impressed.
"Well, let's just say I had something you didn't," admitted Cloud with a bit of humility. He threw a green Materia Orb towards Tifa. "Here, catch! I believe that's yours."
Tifa looked at it, puzzled. Cloud saw that, and clarified, "You remember that letter I sent you when I was still in the woods?"
She got it immediately, and her eyes went wide. "The Materia you had forgotten in your sword?" she asked.
Cloud nodded.
"I had completely forgot about it! Damn!" said Tifa, angry at herself.
"That's OK, I forgot about it too," Cloud said, not wanting her to kick herself too much. "Anyhow, in case you don't remember, that's a Lightning Materia. That big menace tried to cut me off. I simply cast Bolt, and that shorted it long enough for me to cleave it asunder. And there you go."
"Now even Spike is a damn screw-up!" yelled Barret. "That beats them all! Why me?" he said the last with his eyes rolled up, making Reeve chuckle at his theatrics.
"Must be a curse or something," answered Tifa wearily. She was still mad at herself. Cloud was tired, so it was normal that he was forgetful; however, she had had all the sleep she had needed, so she had no excuse.
As if reading her thoughts, Cloud said tenderly, "I told you, Tifa, don't kick yourself. I never should have taken those Orbs in the first place."
Tifa sighed, and nodded. What was done was done. Then, she recalled something. "Can I speak to you for a minute?" she asked Cloud.
Puzzled, Cloud nodded, and they both moved away from the rest of the group. Expecting them to take their sweet time, Cid started telling some dirty jokes, to Barret's amusement and Reeve's despair.
"Well?" Cloud prompted when he thought they were far enough to talk in private.
"There's nothing missing from inside the core," Tifa started.
"That's good, isn't it?" Cloud asked.
"Let me finish. The reactor was running when we came in," Tifa continued. Cloud frowned. "And it was drawing no Mako. Nothing. No electricity on the line. Just running dry." Cloud's frown was deepening. He looked down, thinking.
"Why would somebody do that?" he finally asked.
"I was hoping you'd tell me!" Tifa answered quickly. "I don't like it at all. I think they just lured us here while they were doing something else."
Cloud considered that. Finally, he said, "You're probably right. Damn! We swallowed it hook, line and sinker! And meanwhile, they could be anywhere! Even powering up the Midgar reactors, for all we know!"
"We don't know that," countered Tifa. "In fact, we don't even know what they need to restart those reactors, and they may not have found it yet. So we still had to come over here to figure out what they planned."
"That's true," Cloud admitted. "Still, I feel bad splitting the group up. Everyone's time would have been better used in the library. I think we should go back there and lend Red and Vincent a hand."
With that, they joined their friends, and the group got moving back to the village, leaving the Nibel reactor behind them. It was silent now, and would hopefully remain so forever.
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Benoit Goudreault-Emond April, 9 2001