Mental note to be written later...

I can't believe I am spending my afternoon following this boring Turk around. Sweet Jenova strike me down.

It's been days since I first woke up here in the nothingness. And I am lonely. I miss my brothers. I miss mother. I miss the children ( Read more... )

I rubbed my eyes, my hands, burning the dryness into them even further. The world is still not as it should me. I rolled off the tarp I call a bed, sheltered in the chaotic rubble that has somehow become my home. It is filthy. It is the slums.

Every day I spend here I feel myself getting weaker. And I feel him getting stronger. Brother. ( Read more... )