Number VII
And so was I driven away from Midgar. The Turks looked for me for months after they finally gave up, pronounced me as dead and erased me from their public files. I became forgotten, right according to my plan.
I used my skills of illusionary - the gift every single SOLDIER had - to hide my white, easily recognized hair, changed my face a little and hid my uniform. For my eyes I couldn't do anything, thanks to the Mako glow in them, but I already had an explanation. I changed my Shinra ID card with some help from an AVALANCHE- member, and now it says I used to work in Midgar, at section 8 reactor. My explanation was simple: there had been a little accident which mess caused me to leave Midgar. It seemed to satisfy people, and nobody asked for further details.
It was easy to avoid my former allies, but seeing some faces hurt me and I wished I could tell them I wasn't really gone from them, that I was still alive. But I knew it would have been dangerous, not just for myself but for the others as well.
I lived peacefully in Wutai, helping to rebuild the place I had destroyed years ago. It was some kind of therapy for myself: seeing the results of the destruction we Shinra dogs had made to recover, and bloom in its rebirth. But the Wutains were angry and yearned for revenge. And revenge lived in my heart as well: not for what had happened to me, but for all the other people involved with Shinra, the innocent victims of Shinra... For them I wanted to avenge. I dreamt of destroying Shinra, all the Corporation's executives one by one... I even made lists of in which order I should kill them.
But then I received a message from a person who I had supposed was dead. That message told me to wait. Wait. I relaxed, knowing Shinra would make a mistake... and get destroyed by its own actions.
I waited.
And in time, I found out something horrible. Something that changed my mind. Something that changed all of my plans...
---END OF PART 2, PRÁVDA (the truth)