[Seven]
[The voice recording comes online with a static whooomph]
Another voice recording?
Hush ya boos laddie.
Yes...
That means you.
Why I suddenly find it more... necessary to do it this way, only Shiva knows. But then... it feels less complicated, and it's already been too long as it is.
[A long pause]
Cloud...
How much of that did you see?
[Some shuffling of papers is heard interspersed with long breaks of silence. Finally a sharp intake of breath and the scrape of a chair backwards. There are sounds as Reeve vacates the room to the bathroom. Returning he coughs, clearing his throat again of the bitter bile that had risen there.]
Gods of Gaia and summons alive!
.......And I can't say a damn word and risk major panic.
They were orphans.
Tch. Nobody need know, right?
It-
...it's inhumane.
Email:Cloud//Cc:Tifa - either can respond
Cloud. It's been a while.. at least it feels that way.
Some things have taken up my concentration in Edge, I'm sure you can understand.. but it has been cleared up.
I hope you are doing well. Talk soon, I trust.
-Reeve
[The clacking of keys stop.]
Huh. Message undeliverable?
Sandia Cohen. Next of Kin for...
Why aren't the personnel files kept up to date!!?
Text: Yuffie
Yuffie.
Anything you've found out?
I know it's unfair to ask it of you considering what you went through, but this is Weiss we are talking about.
..I expected you at the office before..
I never knew my omelettes were so awful.
Text:Vincent
Vincent.
We may have a location on Weiss.
[There is a period of about 30 minutes as a multitude of sounds are played out, of work primarily but also of a man frustrated and upset. There are mutters, some a little more chirrupy and high-pitched.]
I didn't want to have to do this.
~~Heyyy! What ya doin' Reeve?
But we like Kira!~~
--Cait Sith.
[A click and a whirr.
Transmission ends.]