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Entering it Cloud could sense Sephiroth close by and it was then that Vincent and
Mym came forward from the back of the group and spoke up.
“Let us try talking to him,”Vincent said and Mym nodded in agreement.
Cloud was enraged though,”WHY?” He burst out,”He’s nothing but a murderer!
It HAS to end now!”
“Cloud,”Mym spoke up,”He’s not Jenova’s son like you said he thinks he is. I
knew his mother, his real mother, so did Vincent.”
“Let us try this,”Vincent pressed again. At this point Tifa looked like she was
ready to start protesting as well when Red and Aeris began trying to talk sense into them
while Vincent and Mym went to talk to Sephiroth.
Walking deeper into the library they could feel the presence of Jenova and
Sephiroth and soon they saw him. Sitting in the leather chair behind the old desk flipping
through a book carelessly.
“Where is the puppet?” he asked without looking up.
“Sephiroth,”Mym began,”We’d like to talk to you..”
“Yes,”Vincent said,”We’d like to tell you the truth.” At this he looked up and
threw the book aside.
“The truth,”he querried as he picked up the large sword lying on the desk.
Looking over it as if he really didn’t care what they said. By just his motions and tone
though the two knew he wasn’t going to really listen and would probably attack them so
they prepared as best they could without seeming offensive incase they were wrong.
“Yes,”Vincent continued,”The truth about who your mother is.”
“My mother is Jenova,”Sephiroth declared as he took a swing at them,”And now
you will die to please her!”
Quickly pushing Vincent out of the way and drawing her own sword, very similar
to the Masamune she began fighting back to protect them both. At this point Cloud and
the others rushed in to see them locked in fierce combat. Sephiroth however quickly
dodged and flew back. He then addressed Cloud as he threw a piece of materia at him.
“Puppet! I will be heading to the reunion soon. You are required to attend as
well. And as for you two ‘truthsayers’ I will deal with you later!” As he finished he flew
off up and over their heads, out the door.
Later when the party was at the inn in Nibelheim Cloud stood amongst most of the
others as he slammed his fist off of the wall.
“Damn,”Cloud growled,”We almost had him.”
Vincent and Mym both looked up from their positions, Vincent’s the corner,
Mym’s her bed. Vincent soon however looked away and began fiddiling around with his
claw, making sure it was working well. Mym noticed this, let her head fall and then
walked out of the room. She stood on the balcony as night fell and the rest of the team
went to sleep, including Vincent. As she stood out there looking at the full moon she
began thinking of things in the past. How she first met with Vincent when he was a new
Turk and how he quickly climbed in status amongst them. They together had been the
deadliest Turks on the force. Swift and efficient, taking orders and completing them with
ruthless efficiency. It was then that she began recalling her last days of being a Turk.
That blasted mission.... The night Hojo became the only thing she secretly feared, and the
president who’d betrayed her. And how it all started... The nightmare started with a
simple needle filled with some liquid...something that sealed her fate.