"This is our best chance, our best opportunity to strike them while they're down, our best and most perfect..."
Fuhito was blathering on at the head of the room, pacing back and forth as he elaborated on his latest brilliant scheme. Elfe usually would feign attention once she had the important bits until he was quite through talking at her. However, this particular session she couldn't even bring herself to fake even that through her wordless gaping at the grainy photograph in front of her, clipped to one of the overly verbose reports Fuhito had plunked in front of her moments earlier.
"... Now that we have their profiles we can study them extensively for their every weakness before we attempt the attack on the Reactor of Corel..."
Elfe waited until he wasn't looking in her general direction and brushed the photograph aside to find the name of its owner.
'Veld (No Surname Known)
Head of Department of Administrative Research (alias TURKS), born Kalm town date unknown...', her eyes rushed down the page, taking in the information contained thereon.
She couldn't keep herself from emitting a short, sharp gasp as the words fully absorbed into her mind. Fuhito seemed not to notice, continuing his pacing and babbling. Shears however, ever obsessively attentive to Elfe if not Fuhito, turned to her, asking her what was wrong in a most concerned tone. You look pale, Miss Elfe, are you all right? Weakly she bit her lip and shook her head. Nothing, nothing's wrong, thank you.
That night, as she tossed and turned as every night, unsettling dreams having inhabited her mind long ago and refusing to move out, frighteningly familiar words lingered on her lips, unlocked from a safe deep within her mind by the photograph and the report with it she'd seen earlier in the day.
Veld. Kalm town. Felicia.
Felicia. She didn't know who that name belonged to. Or she refused to believe it, rather. She was raised by AVALANCHE from early childhood, she was an orphan, no connection to Shin-ra, none at all, it had to be someone else's, a former member of AVALANCHE she couldn't consciously recall, someone...
... Her mind refused to let her deny rightful ownership of the name.
Hers'. It was hers'.
Felicia, who according to the report was the deceased daughter of Veld, head of the Turks.
Felicia is dead, she murmured rather decisively, on the brink of sleep, And I don't know her. I only know Elfe.