• THE DREAM •
A man, his face and hair blurry (though the latter was definitely black, and his skin appeared white) his voice perfectly understandable but unclear in all the traits that makes it unique, walked beside him. The landscape around him was also blurry, but it was decidedly white and cold. He knew there were two people behind him, but their prescene did not unnerve him. Instead, he had a sense of duty towards them, for what reason was beyond him. He felt something on his head but did not bother to remove it. Not yet.
"You... pretty good," the mystery man spoke.
"...also... countryside."
"Where?"
"Nibelheim." Traces of laughter. "...You?"
"...Gongaga." His own laughter.
"...you laughing? ...aren't you?! Do... Gongaga?"
"No, but... country-like."
"Nibelheim too!"
"...never heard of it?"
"Never been... before. But... Mako... right?"
He nodded to the black-haired man.
"...plenty of..."
They both spoke together, "But everyone else has none."