World Refugees Final Mix

That was certainly an unpleasant experience.

Ever since that little adventure in my dream I have felt... different. As if by confirming that I am only part of what I thought I was, the division between the two parts has become noticeable. They loathe each other and what I am in the waking world can't be either of them.

I am having difficulties thinking of myself as Sephiroth when I am mostly something else. The only name I've known. My memories are mostly his. The rest only having come into existence recently.

Do I even want to be what I thought I was? What would I become without the fragment of Sephiroth? Is there enough to continue existing without it? What would happen to that fragment if it were separated from me?

So many questions and I feel there is limited time to find answers.

I have been very curious about your dream magic for some time now. I admit to some strange desire to see it for myself.

That was certainly a new experience for me. And only slightly inconvenient.

It doesn't particularly matter where I am for the time being. This place isn't so bad really. The exploding pumpkins scattered about are interesting.

I doubt those children that decided to throw one at me will do it again any time soon.

No matter what she says, I still feel that I owe her something. I am not accustomed to owing anybody anything. I am not sure how to repay this and I do not feel that money is appropriate.

I require transport to Ingary. The volunteer will be generously compensated for their time, of course.