InsaneJournal

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In some ways, Rufus Shinra was much worse than his father.

Cloud knew this when he had seen the young president, had looked through his eyes and found absolutely no regret-- not even a sense of sympathy for his dead old man. The fact that Rufus didn’t care, the fact that his father’s death was not so much of a loss for Rufus, but something beneficial to him, made Rufus all the more cold and ruthless.

He wondered then if Rufus was ever going to change.

That happened several years later, as he walked into the Healin Lodge and came face-to-face with a cloaked man sitting in a wheelchair. The grayness of the cloak and the paleness of the man’s hand gave him an overall appearance of a ghost. The cloaked man lifted his hand and began to speak, his voice low, smooth, but surprisingly mournful.

His eyes widening in shock, Cloud recognized that voice.

Wasn’t Rufus supposed to be dead?

Am I talking to a living ghost?

It was possible, though that would probably depend on a person’s sense of reality. Sometimes the lost souls of the dead would appear and no one except a specific person was only allowed to see them. Things like that really happened. That was why this world didn’t make much logical sense.

Cloud didn’t believe what he was hearing though. He didn’t even know if that was truly Rufus and so, as their so-called conversation went on, Cloud cut him off every time Rufus tried to explain himself.

He didn’t need reasons.

He didn’t care.

Maybe they were more alike than he’d like to admit.

Fin.

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A/n: Huzzah. XD