The longer I stay in this divergent future, the more I feel that something is wrong here. As I gaze down at this version of Seraph City, the Sephiroth...I cannot calculate it. But there is disharmony.
Of course my thoughts wander to my doomed double of this world. Did you submit to Father's deranged experiments willingly? Were you coerced? Modified?
Did you feel regrets wash over you as your the shells of your spirit burst one by one? You achieved free will, and you dedicated your life selflessly to protect the Steamlands. Nearly all were grateful. Nearly.
The slap of her gloved hand across my cheek possibly broke her hand. But the damage to me, while hidden, was strong.
"Stay away from my fiance!" she screamed. But it was he who had fawned for my attention with trinkets and verses. It was he was deceptive, and not only to me. But she did not care.
"Stay away!" She sneered at the engine and twin smokestacks fastened to my back that allowed me to move. "Look at you!" She pointed with a trembling hand. "You're not even a REAL woman!"
"But at least, Lady ________, I know how to act like one."
My fists wrapped around the railing of the deck of the Revenge so tightly that I nearly bent the metal.
I have found love in the timeless oases, but as replenishing - as nurturing as it was...the infinite desert is that more punishing when your heart is iron.
I glance at Nova and Six through the portholes of their vessel. I quickly look away. I take the stairs below deck.
Of course I'll help my family. Of course I'll help my friends.
I see the glow of my eyes reflected back at me as I read the letter of marque framed on the wall.
Ash can dedicate his life to self-sacrifice if he wishes. He may just grow out of it as I have.
But a pirate takes what she needs.
*My thanks to Sheriff Fuzzball Ortega for finding this musical selection.