From the author of
An Autobiography of Vincent Valentine
Phoenix Down.

Part Theta
Nezah

"Listen, or thy tongue will keep thee deaf." (American Indian Proverb.)



If I tell you something, you promise that you won't hold it against me.

Ok.

Here goes.

You know how I can like, really really relate to Sephiroth's childhood?

Well, uh, maybe you know.

Well, I did something really horrible back in my childhood.

And I don't mean like, shooting bottle rockets up cat's butts or anything like that.
Shit, we all did stupid things.

But I mean, really...

Really bad.

Sephiroth has done a lot of evil shit in his days.
Maybe we are way more alike than I thought.
Maybe that's why he's come to visit me in what I think are my dreams.
Maybe I'm going mad.
He went mad.
Holy shit.
Are we...
The same?

Shit.
Fuck.
Damn.

...
...

What am I going to do?

I... uh, never really knew my parents, either.
See, just like him, my mom wasn't around.
Fact, I never knew my mom.
And my dad... well, my dad was a little like Hojo.

He was cold, and stern.
He was a doctor, gave me a lot of crap when I was little and growing up.

What did I do that was so terrible, that no one ever knew?

I burned my house down when I was little.

No, that's not just it.

...

Damn...


My...

My sister was in the house at the time.








I know.






They thought it was an accident, too.


God.





Damn.





I didn't do it on purpose.














Fuck, I'm just like Sephiroth.




I got to get out of Kalm. I want this shit to end, you know?
I'm an educated man; I got my masters degree as a journalist.
Then, why can't I just leave?
I got an idea.
I'm going to take pictures.
I'm going to take pictures of Sephiroth.
I'm going to take pictures of that hallway.
Then, I can prove this to my cousin, Misty, and to everyone.

My apartment manager saw the scratches on the wall.









I hope that I wasn't the one who put them there.