[Accidental voice] 011

[ladymeteor]

[Jenova's voice cuts in abruptly mid-sentence]--take me, lose too much of me, what left is there here? Shells and sycophants, still wandering the confines and will not silence themselves, why? why? This is not right. The knowledge of thousands and millions, eternities and Planets lost in the dark-black-other, so many of them sing in my mind and

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[martelandmany]

Jenova. [She sounds concerned, but has no idea what to do.]

[ladymeteor]

[Martel gets a rather ragged, high-pitched giggle that sounds very much... not like Jenova]

повелительница нет внутри~ повелительница нет внутри~ повелительница нет внутри~

[martelandmany]

[Sharper and more concerned now:] Jenova, where are you?

[ladymeteor]

[A short pause and then the voice Martel hears is Jenova's own, if quieter and a little unfocused]

They toy with me. Fools. Eons everlasting and now they rise up as the one, not the many. They are as I am, and only that now. Stupid-foolish-ridiculous not to know.

[a laugh, a little wild, but still clear]

I am still here.

[gardenerofgaia]

...Do you hear it from only inside you?

[ladymeteor]

[When Jenova speaks, it's her own voice, but low and fractured and nearly a whisper. Just for now, she doesn't feel the anger, just a vague sense that someone else knows, someone else understands, if only a little...]

Ancient...

This planet calls, tired, sad, waiting. Before, I heard. Now, they are drowned out.

...But you can hear.

[She doesn't need mind tricks for that one, her intuition isn't always that bad either]

[gardenerofgaia]

I couldn't before, but now I can. Sounds like a reversal.

[ladymeteor]

[a sharp sound, then a low, deep laugh]

You don't want to be her.