Vincent found the key in its usual location-- inside the safe on the second floor of the Mansion. Fortunately, the combination to the safe, which he had memorized by heart, hadn't changed either. He took the key and walked across the hall to the secret stairwell that led to the basement. Aside from him, as well as a few guards stationed outside, the Shinra Mansion and its grounds were devoid of life.
       He descended, and soon reached the bottom of the spiral staircase. Looking around, he realized that this was his first time in the Shinra Mansion's basement since Cloud woke him from his seemingly endless slumber. Off to one side, the limp body of Cait Sith sat slumped up against the wall; to its left was the door that led to Hojo's lab. He walked over to a second door, one that was even farther left of Cait, and unlocked it. Peering inside, he saw that a crowbar had been conveniently placed on the top of the coffin that contained Tseng.
       After removing the lid, he took a large red feather out from under his cloak, and waved it over Tseng's still form, muttering a chant. The feather dissolved into sparkling red dust, which fell on the former Turk's face and chest. A few moments passed. Tseng's nose twitched. Vincent leaned over the open coffin.
       "Tseng, can you hear me?"
       In barely a whisper, Tseng replied, "Who… who is that? Your voice sounds familiar…"
       "It is Vincent. Vincent Valentine."
       "Vincent, yes… So it's started, then."
       "Ahh, you know why I'm here."
       Tseng was silent; after a moment, he asked, "How did you awaken me?"
       "A Phoenix Pinion… quite a rare item these days, but it's one of the few that can bring someone out of a drug-induced coma."
       "You seem to know a lot about this sort of thing."
       "Not really… It was time, not curatives, that stirred me from my own sleep."
       Vincent stepped away from the coffin as Tseng's shoulders arched. The prisoner was starting to get up.
       "I was told there would be others," Tseng muttered as he dusted the leftover red powder from his suit. "Where are they?"
       "They will join us along the way. Here." Vincent held out a white cloak; small red triangles lined its edges. "You will need to conceal your identity for the time being."
       Tseng took the cloak from Vincent and started to put it on. "I understand. We don't want everyone to know that there's a fugitive on the loose."
       Vincent simply nodded as he walked toward the door. "There's something I have to do before we go," he said, pulling a pen and a small slip of paper out of his cloak. "I'll be right back."
       As Vincent turned to walk out of the room, Tseng thought he saw a hint of a smile on the old gunman's face.

*****

       It was pouring rain in Wutai village when they walked in through the doors of the Turtle's Paradise restaurant. These four customers were covered head to toe in plain gray hooded cloaks. At first, the staff didn't pay much attention to the newcomers, at least not until they removed their rain gear. The man behind the bar drew in a breath as Reeve, Reno, Elena, and Rude hung their cloaks on a coat rack near the door. They were all dressed in identical black suits, with navy blue ties, yet each one wore a distinct expression on his or her face. A hostess slowly approached the group and led them to a table near the bar. As she was about to leave, the hostess felt a hand grip her arm. She turned to see Reeve staring at her with a stern expression.
       "Can you get Godo for me?" he asked in fluent Wutaiese.
       "I-- I'll see what I can do, sir."
       He nodded and waved her away. Rude leaned over to the President. "Forgive me if I'm intruding, sir, but what is all of this about? First you suddenly decide to go to Gongaga without saying why, and now we're in Wutai. What's going on?"
       Reeve turned to the Turk and answered, "All in good time, Rude. If all goes well, I'll be able to answer your questions soon."
       "What do you mean, 'If all goes well'? You've never kept secrets from us Turks before!"
       "He's right you know," added Reno from across the table. "You've been acting awfully secretive lately… even moreso than usual. You've never told us why we're… doing this."
       Elena blinked and nervously glanced at Reeve. The Blue Shinra President just leaned back in his chair without another word. A few silent minutes later, Godo came through the door; one of his monks, Staniv, followed close behind.
       Reeve raised an eyebrow and stood up. He walked over to the door and bowed before the two men, a motion which startled them both. As Reeve took his cloak from its hanger, Godo said, "It's good to see you again, Reeve."
       "Is it?" Reeve asked, a hint of irony in his voice.
       Godo gave Reeve a strange look before replying, "Of course. After all, you did help save my daughter."
       "I know," Reeve nodded as he stared down at the cloak in his hands. He was pulling a long object from under its folds. "What a big mistake that was, let me tell you."
       Reeve looked at Godo's face, a grim smile on his own, as Godo and Staniv stared at the sword he now held in his hands. It was a katana, sheathed in Chocobo leather, with a gold-plated hilt sculpted in the shape of the water god Leviathan. A murmur came from the onlookers in the room. Speaking low in Wutaiese, Reeve continued, "I'm sure you recognize this sword. It was kept hidden from me for twenty years by the man who saved my life. It is my birthright. Wutai is my birthright."
       Godo's eyebrows pinched together. "So, you found out the truth… Ryoga."
       Now it was Reeve's turn to be surprised. "Oh, so you knew all this time? Ahh well… I hope this fact won't affect our negotiations."
       "There will be no negotiations!" Godo bellowed, causing all heads in the restaurant to turn toward him. "I know what you want, and I won't let you have it! I defeated you in war-- twice-- fair and square."
       "Fair? I know the way you conduct war, and it's anything but fair," Reeve snapped, a green flicker in his right eye. "I was afraid it would come to this."
       Suddenly, everyone in the room became aware of a low rumbling sound surrounding them on all sides, which was getting louder by the second. Godo and Staniv glared at Reeve and took defensive positions as the Blue Shinra President grasped the hilt of the Leviathan Blade in one hand, and the scabbard with the other. However, Reeve did not draw the blade. The green light in his eye grew brighter.
       "Ryoga… what are you doing?" Godo hissed.
       "What else? What I was built to do."
       At that moment, five dozen Chocobos burst through the walls of the restaurant and began to tear the place apart. In the midst of it all, Reno, Rude, and Elena sat at their table as though nothing was happening; Elena was quietly talking to her fellow Turks, trying to explain, as briefly as she could, Reeve's past as Lord Ryoga Amano. The plan had been set into motion.
       Reeve finally drew his sword, but Godo and Staniv were already gone, having escaped with the help of the hostess, who was herself a ninja. Wutaiese troops began to swarm toward Turtle's Paradise just as Blue Shinra's army, led by Baker and Saber, began their assault on the town. The Turks stood up.
       "I guess this is it, then," Reno said as he pulled out his nightstick.
       Reeve nodded. "Did Elena tell you everything?"
       "Yep. All a bit strange if you ask me…"
       "That can't be helped…" Reeve muttered. "You know your mission: head to the Pagoda. Take out all of their monks. I don't want any of them left alive. I'm counting on you."
       "Yes sir," Reno replied. He turned to Rude and Elena. "Let's go."
       Reeve watched the Turks leave, then mounted one of the Choco Siths and rode out into the center of town. The rain was letting up, and a massive battle was already underway. Saber ran up to him from the weapon store, sword in hand.
       "How's it going?" Reeve asked.
       "I'm not sure. These ninja are tough customers, but our guys are holding their own. Oh yeah, after you and the Turks left Nibelheim this morning, we couldn't find Cloud."
       "What?"
       "We couldn't find him. I mean, he knew about the mission and all, and the day before he said he'd come, but today he was nowhere to be found. Tifa was gone, too."
       "Well, no use worrying about it now. Did you see which way Godo went?"
       "Looks like he ran over to that large house," Saber said, pointing off to his right.
       Reeve nodded and dismounted from the Choco Sith. "Very well. Come with me."
       Reeve and Saber ran toward the house, fighting off numerous ninja along the way.

       Far up in the Da-Chao mountains, Sephiroth came out of the cave he had been exploring. He looked down upon the battle below with interest.
       "Well, well. Just like old times. I wonder who the Wutaiese are fighting now?"
       He turned back to the cave and called Jung's name. Jung came to the cave's mouth and stood beside Sephiroth, watching the battle.
       "Can I borrow your binoculars?" Sephiroth asked. Jung nodded and took them out of the pack he was wearing. The silver-haired man took the binoculars and looked through them, down at Wutai Village. His eyes roved around the area for a few minutes. Finally, he lowered the binoculars and murmured, "It's Blue Shinra… Wutai is fighting Blue Shinra. I wonder why…"
       "Sephiroth?"
       He turned to face Jung, handing the binoculars back to him. "I'm going down there."

*****

       As the sun began to sink in a reddish-orange pool of sky, Vincent and Tseng came down from the Nibel Mountains to the large plain where Rocket Town was located. They walked into town from the side where the Shinra No. 26's old launch pad was located. To the left of the launch pad was a two-story house with a fenced backyard. An airplane, completely covered by a canvas sheet, was parked in the middle of the yard.
       After asking Tseng to stay standing by the backyard fence, Vincent walked around to the front of the house and knocked on the door. It was promptly answered by Shera.
       "Hello, Vincent. Glad you could make it."
       "The pleasure's all mine, Shera. May I come in?"
       "Of course. Cloud and Tifa have been waiting for you for some time now."
       Vincent walked inside the house and as soon as Shera closed the door behind them, he mentioned that he had brought someone with him. Shera looked confused. "Where is this person, then? Why isn't he with you?"
       "He's waiting by the back fence. I didn't want to draw any unwanted attention to him, especially considering who he is."
       "And who is he?"
       "It's Tseng, isn't it?" Cloud asked as he came downstairs. Vincent and Shera both turned to face him. As Vincent nodded in confirmation, Shera's eyes bulged.
       "Tseng? But isn't he imprisoned?"
       As Cloud went into the backyard to find Tseng, Vincent placed a hand on Shera's shoulder. "Was. Don't worry, he won't cause any harm to anyone."
       "But why did you free him to begin with?"
       "…I need his help, that's all."
       As Vincent said this, they heard the sound of the back door opening and closing. Vincent and Shera turned to see Cloud by the back door. Behind him was Tseng, his white hood removed, and his expression stern.
       "Please believe what he says, Shera. You can trust me."
       She looked into his eyes, which were dark, but shining. Reluctantly, the mechanic nodded.

       Soon, Cloud, Vincent, and Tseng were seated around the dining room table with Shera and Tifa, who had just come in. None of them talked very much during dinner; each person appeared to be deep within their own thoughts. All of a sudden, Cloud asked, "So Shera, how did you manage to secure a plane for us?"
       "It was easy, really. When Commander Baker came here to take the town's aircraft, I simply took apart the engine for the Seagull and told him that the plane was badly in need of repairs."
       "Forgive me for asking," said Tseng, "but why would Blue Shinra need all of Rocket Town's aircraft?"
       "For Reeve's assault on Wutai."
       Tseng dropped his fork. "For Reeve's what?"
       Vincent said, "I apologize for not giving you the news. Apparently Reeve ended all of his political allegiances and took the Turks and an army with him to Wutai this morning."
       Tifa added, "What I don't get is why he felt compelled to take such action. It's not like he had any sort of valid claim to Wutai…"
       "I wouldn't be so sure about that…" Tseng mumbled. All eyes in the room focused on him.
       "Tseng, do you know something?"
       "Only what came to me while my spirit was within the Planet," Tseng said, picking up his fork again. "I was in the Lifestream… I could not move, I could not see, all I could do was hear. One of the many voices I heard belonged to a man who was calling out all the regrets in his life. He mentioned Lord Ryoga's name and suddenly, all the man's memories came into my consciousness. He was Professor Sith-- the man who transformed the heir to Wutai's throne into his prefabricated Sith Controller."
       "Fascinating," Vincent murmured. "I knew that there was some deep, hidden side to Reeve, but I never thought it was something so complex."
       Cloud nodded. "It all makes sense now…"
       They finished their meals in silence. Vincent wiped the corners of his mouth with a napkin, then stood up to address the others.
       "Tseng, Cloud, we have to go. Shera, thank you so much for your hospitality."
       Tifa looked over at Cloud, a pained expression on her face. "Are you really going to do this?"
       "I have to… you know that."
       Cloud stood, taking from the back of his chair a white cloak, which was identical to Tseng's. He kneeled before Tifa and took her hand. "She told me… She told me that she would be there. Now the time has come and I must go to her."
       With a forlorn look in her eyes, she whispered, "Just don't… forget that I'm here, all right?"
       His hand moved up to caress her cheek. "I won't. You have my word."

*****

       Drawing his Masamune, Sephiroth ran through the streets of Wutai, paying no attention to the surrounding carnage. The ninja left him alone, because they were terrified of him, which encouraged the Blue Shinra troops to answer his questions. Now, he headed toward Godo's palace, where he was told Reeve would be.
       Sephiroth entered the large house, roaming the hallways, and stepping over many fresh corpses. A scream came from a hidden corridor and he ran toward it. After examining the rice paper screens, he found a secret passage and silently walked through it. The passage led to a large war room, where Reeve and Saber stood over the limp figure of Lord Godo. Reeve turned around, and when he saw Sephiroth, he tightened his grip on the Leviathan Blade, his eyes burning with fury.
       "What are you doing here? State your business!"
       Cool as ever, Sephiroth replied, "I think you need to answer that question for me."
       "Nosy bastard…" Reeve muttered. "Wutai is rightfully mine; that's all you need to know."
       "I see… Well, since the people here have been so kind to me during my stay," Sephiroth said as he got into a fighting stance, "I would feel absolutely terrible if I couldn't pay them back."
       Reeve raised his sword. "Do your worst."
       Sephiroth swooped forward with the Masamune. Somehow, Reeve managed to dodge the attack and try one of his own, which Sephiroth blocked effortlessly.
       From behind him, Saber said, "Reeve! Is there anything I can do to help?"
       "I can handle Sephiroth," Reeve replied. "Go find Yuffie. Bring her back to me alive. Be careful… she's a wily one."
       "Yes sir," Saber said, taking off down the hallway.

       "Just tell me why you're doing this," Sephiroth demanded as he swung the Masamune at Reeve's outstretched arm. Reeve was not fast enough to dodge and he knew it. The Blue Shinra President gritted his teeth and concentrated on the wiring just beneath the surface of his skin as the edge of the sword tore across his arm. In less than a second, he had managed to send an electric shock through the length of the Masamune to Sephiroth's hands. The silver-haired swordsman was caught unawares by this impromptu attack and dropped his sword. Reeve pointed his Leviathan Blade at Sephiroth's neck.
       "Because, I'd been lied to all my life."
       Sephiroth stared into Reeve's eyes. "Sounds like someone I know… or rather, once knew."
       Reeve shifted his weight to his other foot. There was something in Sephiroth's words that made him feel uncomfortable. He lowered the Leviathan Blade.
       "Get out of here."
       With his eyes still locked on his adversary, Sephiroth fell to one knee and picked up the Masamune. Once the sword's hilt was back in his hands, he raised himself, taking an attack stance.
       "And if I leave, which I won't, what will you do?"
       Reeve lowered his eyes and stared at his wrist. In a flash of light, he was gone.

       Reeve reappeared just outside of Godo's palace, his Exit Materia still warm from the spellcasting. Knowing that he wouldn't be able to trick Sephiroth a second time, he mounted a nearby Choco Sith and rode toward the Pagoda of the Five Gods, clutching his wounded arm with his hand. On his way there he passed Elena and Rude, who had managed to force Shake, Gorky, and Chekov out of the Pagoda and into the surrounding courtyard, where they continued their battles. Reeve reached the Pagoda's doors and jumped from the Chocobo's back, running inside with his sword drawn. At the back of the building, he saw Saber coming down the stairs.
       "Sir! I was just on my way to find you."
       Reeve nodded. "Is the Pagoda secure?"
       "Yes sir, but there's one other thing I had to tell you. We caught her on the second floor."
       "Yuffie?"
       "Yes sir. Some of our men are up there keeping watch over her."
       Reeve nodded and walked toward Saber. "Very good. Take me to her, then you all may leave the Pagoda."
       "Sir?"
       "I want to kill Godo Kisaragi's heir myself, alone."

*****

       Vincent piloted the Seagull over the Great Continent toward the snow-capped mountains of the North, finally landing the plane on a small airstrip that had been marked out just south of Bone Village. With Cloud and Tseng following him, he walked toward a large cabin right on the edge of the Forbidden Forest. This cabin was the headquarters of AVALANCHE, as well as the home of two of its core members.
       Cid was waiting for them on the front steps of the cabin. "C'mon in, guys!" Cid greeted. "Hope your flight was all right."
       "There was some turbulence," Vincent replied, "but otherwise it wasn't bad."
       "Didn't think it would be. I don't design planes to fly like *#&%, know what I mean?"
       Cid stepped aside so that the travelers could enter the cabin. He gave Tseng a wary glance, but said nothing. Tseng cleared his throat and asked, "Cid, where's Zack?"
       "In here," Zack called from an adjacent room.
       "That's the den," Cid said, thumbing over at the room. "It should be large enough for you guys to crash in… I put a stack of blankets and pillows in there as well. If you need anything else, just let me know."
       "Right now we just wish to be left alone," Vincent said. "We have much to discuss tonight."
       As Cloud and Tseng entered the den, Cid pulled Vincent aside. "Hey man, what's all this about, anyway? Why all the secrecy? And why'd you have to go and bring Tseng of all people?"
       Vincent only smiled as his eyes met with Cid's. "I'm sorry, my friend, but I can't tell you now. Perhaps after it's all over."
       Cid nodded and pulled away. "All right, but I'm gonna hold you to that. I don't know what the hell you guys've got planned, but the curiosity's killing me."
       Vincent smirked. "Curiosity only kills cats, Mr. Highwind, not pilots."

       Cloud leaned back on the plush fur rug, basking in the warmth of the fireplace. Behind him, Zack sat cross-legged in his own white cloak, staring at the flames, hypnotized by their changing shapes. In another part of the room, Tseng sat at a large window, watching as a late-night drizzle soaked the trees and bushes. Vincent sat in a nearby armchair, wrapped in blankets and sipping from a mug of warm cider.
       "Hey Vincent," said Tseng. "What were things like when you were a Turk?"
       "Why do you ask?"
       "Just curious. You were sealed up in the Shinra Mansion's basement long before I'd even heard of the Turks… same year I was born, actually."
       "That would make you twenty-seven, the same age as Sephiroth…"
       "Yes… that's how old I am."
       "Well, Shinra was very small. Gast and Hojo had their research funded by the Company, but at the time, they weren't 'employees', per se."
       "What about the Turks?"
       "I was one of the first ones. I forgot who it was in the Company who gave us that name. Rumor has it that it was Choco Bill, but that's another story. As marksmen, we were treated with a great deal of respect, and we were given a lot of fringe benefits. However… there were some who didn't respect us, particularly our superiors."
       "Some things don't change, then."
       "No."
       Tseng pondered over Vincent's words, then asked, "About that lab assistant you liked, Lucrecia…"
       Vincent paused. "How do you know about her?"
       "I had a dream last night. It was a scene from the past."
       Vincent was silent. Tseng shifted his body to a more comfortable position.
       "She never loved you, you know."
       The older Turk furrowed his brows. "You don't think I didn't know that?" he sharply whispered.
       Cloud and Zack turned back to look at the two former Turks. Tseng calmly continued, "You seemed to be in denial back then, Vincent. I would almost venture to say that you are in denial now, if not for your words."
       Cloud stood, seeing the fury well up inside of Vincent, and knowing that he might have to stop him as his anger took physical form. Tseng's stern expression remained unchanged as Vincent's uncovered left arm grew more and more livid.
       "So what if she favored Hojo and her work over me? So what if all she's ever done for me over all those years has been out of pity? Go ahead, Tseng. Call me a loser! Isn't that what you want to do?"
       "No, because you're not." He stood up, paying little mind to the large black wings starting to protrude from Vincent's back.
       Zack yelled, "Tseng! What're you doing?"
       "Ever since I came back, I've been thinking," Tseng replied. "All of the dreams the three of us have had have been orchestrated either by you or your Cetran accomplice, a girl that us three dearly love and cherish. The dream I had last night was one of those which came about through her efforts alone, without your knowledge.
       "I believe this dream was a message… and as I pondered it over, I realized what it was. The three of us have all been loved by various people in our lives, the greatest giver being Aeris. To feel her generosity and kind spirit is to feel the power of the gods. You, on the other hand--," Tseng placed a hand on Vincent's trembling shoulder, "--have not been as lucky. By making you her dream-messenger, her harbinger, her force to bring the three of us together, she is giving you the second chance you never thought you deserved. You feel unloved, and that in itself is a very bad thing."
       Cloud murmured, "Bugenhagen once told us… that the White Materia will make all bad things disappear."
       Zack continued, "And you told me in a dream that there's a reason why evil remains…"
       Vincent's wings drooped over his body as he sank to his knees. Feeling miserable enough over all of the truths Tseng had described, he muttered, "That was my one doubt about this mission… If we succeed, all bad things will disappear, and the evil that flows through my blood, which also keeps Lucrecia alive, will be gone. I will survive… but Lucrecia will die."
       Tseng knelt down next to Vincent. "You know, you remind me of someone I once worked with. Her name is Elena. She was completely obsessed with me, but she had the strength to move on and find happiness."
       Vincent's wings rose up sharply as he lifted his head. Glaring at Tseng, he muttered, "What are you trying to say?"
       "I'm saying that history-- and human nature-- has the tendency to repeat itself. If Elena can find happiness on her own, I don't see why you can't."
       Vincent stood up and sat back in the armchair, folding his wings over his body. "If that's the case, then I will end up more miserable than I've ever been in my entire life! Listen, let's get some sleep… we have to be up early tomorrow."
       Vincent closed his eyes, his face still welded into an angry expression. Tseng looked toward Cloud and Zack, who were both stunned by the scene that had just transpired, then took some blankets and joined them by the fireplace.
       "He'll be calmer in the morning… I hope," he said to the two younger men as he found a spot for himself near the fire. The three of them wrapped themselves up in sheets and blankets and went to sleep.

*****

       Dragging Yuffie by the rope that bound her wrists, Reeve finally reached the top floor of the Pagoda of the Five Gods. From here he had a clear view of the entire village. Now all he needed to do to secure his rightful position as shogun was to slit his last great adversary's throat. He threw the young ninja to the floor and brought the tip of his blade to her neck. A defiant look was on her face.
       "You're an idiot, Amano," she snapped. "Can't you fight me like a man?"
       "And what would you know about being a man, kiddo?"
       "I can take pain like one! Go ahead! Try me!"
       Reeve leaned over, pressing the edge of the blade into her skin, drawing a small trickle of blood. "I'd love to… but I'm afraid I can't dispose of you until you tell me where Yuffie is."
       "Wh-- what?"
       "You're a Nexus agent, aren't you? Very clever of you guys… setting me up like this. The simple fact of the matter is, I know Yuffie Kisaragi… and you are not her."
       The agent said nothing. Reeve twisted his blade, widening the incision on her neck.
       "Where is she?" he demanded.
       The agent closed her eyes and pinched her lips shut. Reeve took her chin and pulled it up to face him.
       "Where is Yu--"
       A shot rang out, and Reeve fell to the floor. The Leviathan Blade slid forward and penetrated deeper into the girl's neck, killing her in mere moments. As blood started to seep from the bullet hole in Reeve's back, he heard footsteps approach him from behind and stop. Mustering what strength he had, Reeve turned around to see Reno, wielding a smoking pistol. The dark expression on the Turk's face was like none Reeve had ever seen.
       "Before you say anything," Reno intoned, "no, I am not an impostor."
       "Reno… what is the meaning of this?"
       The Turk shook his head. "Call me by my real name, please… it's Robin. You are undoubtedly familiar with the work of my brother BlueJay…"
       Reeve's eyes grew wide; his jaw slackened. Reno idly scratched the back of his head with the business end of his pistol.
       "I've been watching you for years, Ryoga… I knew about the documents too, particularly the ones you weren't supposed to get. Remember my extended stay in this very village a while back? Some of the pages that were missing from Sith's journal had found their way into Godo's library. I had to stay behind and destroy them." Reno shook his head. "You know, if it weren't for Domino's error in judgment, you'd truly be the guiding light of this Planet. However, since you have now-- voluntarily-- disrupted its well-being, my brother has ordered me to remove you from it. You have done enough damage to Wutai as it is… and I'm well aware that Shinra is your next target. I intend to stop you before you get that far."
       "You cruel bastard… I trusted you!"
       For the first time since he entered the room, a tiny, seemingly sympathetic smile crossed Reno's face. "I know," he whispered, a hint of empathy creeping into his voice. "Frightening, isn't it?"
       Reno quickly raised his gun and let off two more shots; blood erupted from the bullets' entry points. Reeve fell to the floor, his life emptying out onto the hardwood in a dark red pool.
       Turning away from the bodies, Reno pulled out his PHS and made a quick call to BlueJay. He turned to look at Reeve's still form as he put away his phone. Shaking his head, he muttered, "Poor Elena."
       Reno snuck out of the Pagoda and disappeared deep into the dense forests of Wutai.

*****

       The next morning, when Cid woke up and wandered downstairs, he found the den completely empty, as if no one had been there the night before.

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Completed January 2003 | Copyright 2003, The Blue Shinra Project.

No real notes for this chapter, save that the betrayal of Reeve is a complete rewrite of what happened in the original roleplay (BlueJay, hope that's cool ^_~).

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