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Sephiroth woke up to a world of pain. Everything hurt, it hurt in places on his body he didn't realise had the capacity to feel. He didn't allow himself the lapse of restraint to groan and instead sat up wincing overlooking his condition.
He was dressed in the same clothes he had died in, thousands of small cuts adorning the gaping hole in his chest. Despite that he could feel the thousand paper cuts heal as he streatched his fingers outwards wriggling in worn leather gloves returning feeling to his body. He stared down at his gloved hand feeling lighter than he ever had wondering what was different as something most defiantly was. He felt free-er then he ever had and had the spontaneous urge to jump just for the hell of it.
Said urge was quickly repressed as he pinpointed the cause for his unease, the suppressing presence always lurking in the back of his mind- ready to dominate, ready to fight and humiliate- was gone. Mother was gone, he realised with a sense of lose so profound he didn't understand.
His only true connection was gone and Gaia had stolen it from him.
In the empty meadow that looked suspiciously like the lifestream would conjure he let his body crumple, fist clenched tightly ripping grass from root, and let loud broken sobs emerge from his quickly healing body.
Much later, long after the last of light had drifted away from the horizon Sephiroth rose only to notice Masamune embedded in the ground not three feet away from where he had woken. Working his hand around the familiar hilt he pulled the sword from the ground. Looking at green reflect off the brightly polished blade he allowed his mind to drift and almost as if it was imprinted into his subconscious a too familiar silver chime whispered:
"Repent."
A/N: My prediction is prooving unfortunatly correct.
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