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[calamitysshatteredson]

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It shouldn't have surprised him, the overall lack of information about Hojo. His education, his credentials (real or invented; some things were never clear to begin with), the technical bits were easy enough to find. Anything personal may as well have never existed, and indeed truly may not have. Sephiroth didn't remember knickknacks or personal items. Just degrees, acknowledgements, and... pieces of former successes. So he'd said.

There was as much satisfaction in winding up with empty hands as there was frustration at the lack off things to throw. That was just the way of it, wasn't it? The man who brought about the start of everything was little more than a stain on history. And the remains of that legacy moved through the ruins of another broken Shinra outpost, nature already starting to reclaim it. Good.

The air was frigid, wet and thick, fog swallowing the sounds of his footsteps. Echoing back his thoughts as he spoke out loud to himself; what did it matter when no one was around to hear? "I thought I was finished with this anger." He realized how ridiculous that concept was only as it left his mouth. "I thought I was done with anger at you."

No grave to defile. No allocated place to pour his agonies. Tears became rage became tears again. If there were a single soul present to hear what worked up into anguished, guttural screams along the path back down to the ocean's shore, then they left him be. Left dawn to burn the fog and light his way back to wherever it was he decided to go.