Kuja grunts as he pulls the throttle, urging the airship upwards, voices fading as the ship lifts off. He relaxes, even though his past self continues to grandstand, kicks Garland off a cliff.
"Gods damn it. I'm never asking anybody to follow me into one of these again, what if- what if we hadn't made it in time, or... Ugh. You could have been killed. I'm sorry."
The memory begins to fade, dissolving like smoke in the wind. "Memories. Damned memories, all mine, and they're all like this, all just me being... like that. I'll be better off doing this alone next time. At least I won't be putting someone else in danger just because I've remembered a particular tuesday-"
He freezes, going stiff as a board. The airship begins to list to the side, as he lets go of the wheel, which might well be cause for alarm. Of greater concern, however, is the strange, gurgling sound that passes his lips, and the way he seems to be hovering several inches above the deck.
"I have always found memory an interesting subject of research," The voice is quiet and dispassionate, accompanied by the soft impact of metal boots on wood. "You're aware of this, given how I was able to work to stop you in Memoria, Kuja. And yet, you return here, where memories have power. I wonder why." Garland, alive somehow, fading in out of wisps of thought.
There's no snappy comeback, no scathing retort. It's funny, how oxygen deprivation can hinder communication skills. "We agree on one thing, however." There's a moment, as the man in armor examines him, of recognition- and of fear- but then the genome goes limp, unconsciousness claiming him before, with the casual air of tossing out a broken toy, he's thrown over the railing and out of sight.
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"Gods damn it. I'm never asking anybody to follow me into one of these again, what if- what if we hadn't made it in time, or... Ugh. You could have been killed. I'm sorry."
The memory begins to fade, dissolving like smoke in the wind. "Memories. Damned memories, all mine, and they're all like this, all just me being... like that. I'll be better off doing this alone next time. At least I won't be putting someone else in danger just because I've remembered a particular tuesday-"
He freezes, going stiff as a board. The airship begins to list to the side, as he lets go of the wheel, which might well be cause for alarm. Of greater concern, however, is the strange, gurgling sound that passes his lips, and the way he seems to be hovering several inches above the deck.
"I have always found memory an interesting subject of research," The voice is quiet and dispassionate, accompanied by the soft impact of metal boots on wood. "You're aware of this, given how I was able to work to stop you in Memoria, Kuja. And yet, you return here, where memories have power. I wonder why." Garland, alive somehow, fading in out of wisps of thought.
There's no snappy comeback, no scathing retort. It's funny, how oxygen deprivation can hinder communication skills. "We agree on one thing, however." There's a moment, as the man in armor examines him, of recognition- and of fear- but then the genome goes limp, unconsciousness claiming him before, with the casual air of tossing out a broken toy, he's thrown over the railing and out of sight.
"They're better off without you."