Yazoo was consumed by the fiery, intense pain flaring through his veins. His body was battered and beaten, his clothes torn and that rain came down. That vile, toxic, corrosive rain. It burned like acid on his skin, searing his flesh and melting his bones, threatening to wash his soul away like nothing more insubstantial and fleeting than a childish chalk drawing on the street. His blood was boiling and his heart was breaking. His family was gone… destroyed from within by one of their own. The agony he felt in his heart was far greater than that which afflicted his physical being, it went far deeper than any sword-wound could ever penetrate. Deep in his core he knew he was alone. They had always been alone, he would always be so alone and now there was nothing left but for him to die alone on the cold, wet concrete. He was scorned and hated by his Big Brother. His own brother wanted them all to die. Sephiroth was known as The Nightmare, but to Yazoo, no one could compare to the horror that was Cloud.
Loz's cries had died away. Kedaj had fallen in the rain. Sephiroth was gone. Mother was… she couldn't be… dead, but she was gone. They had found her and he had been so close to being by her side at last, but he had lost his mother all over again.
All because their Big Brother hated them so. He was so cruel. The world was so cruel, Rufus Shinra and his Turks, Cloud and his new family… why did they care so much about depriving three lost boys from the love of their mother, the only one who would ever really care?
Cloud had ruined their Family Reunion and turned it into a bloodbath.
Yazoo whimpered, tears rolling from his burning eyes. He could no longer understand anything, it was all a chaotic, senseless blur of pain and hurt. It didn't make sense, why and how could all this happen? How could it go so wrong?
With the last of his failing strength he howled a mournful, chilling wail of complete loneliness and despair. The poison water from the heavens poured down his throat, scalding his lips and tongue to choke his voice and break his cries.
As he lost his thoughts beneath the smothering waves of pain and anguish, one last word escaped his lips. A childlike plea for "…mother…"
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