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     their presence was something that CLAIMED the ancient reservoirs of insanity harbored in his whilst in the course of a shorter time had she come to EXEMPLIFY and personify them . jenova . memories of CONTROL passed through him as well and intangible dread , knowing exactly what they were CAPABLE of . what had been done before his lucidity and agency had been fought tooth and NAIL for . quietly he sits , in the animosity of foreboding should jenova dare to rear an ATTACK . 

Oh dear child, what is there to FEAR? For They are grand and benevolent. There is no flaw within Them; it is merely a misconception that They are anything unjust. His madness was his own; his dread stems from his inadequacy; and his sanity? Never existed. There is a hand, so soft and kind, reaching for him. It lands without malice or misplaced violence upon his crown christening him with a gift that cannot be equated to any other; the touch of a MOTHER’s love.

                                                  You could still be,                                                  what you want to,                                            What you said you were,                                                  when I met you.                                                     Independent                                             post Dirge | Multiverse                                       Future Empress Yufi Kisaragi

     breathing , STERTOROUS , framed by the savage symmetry of shadow that would prove to expand and exacerbate with the coming of this RECKONING . he wanted this , wanted to devour them ; of enmity , of unification , of absorption and accumulation of that ABILITY which could make him unmatched . he bristled with that INTERNALIZED violence , it unwilling to wait . they would see the shadows as they UNFURLED and expanded , designating them as his next and MOST coveted prey . ‘ and should not a mother unite so gladly with her children ~ ? ‘ a feral and DARK maunder rumbled from the pith of his chest . an abyss burgeoned , and he all but LUNGED for this sovereign of the heavens . for their neck he hellbent his attack , to sink into flesh and devour , devour , DEVOUR ! the snap , the snarl , eagerly awaiting a maw to be GORGED upon their flesh and blood and whatever HELL ran through the possession of their body . 

They are infinite in comparison.

Slowly, his hand rises, as if seeking to touch in return (yet it hesitates)–Mako eyes utterly focused. “Mother. It’s really you.”

     Mother is here, come to Mother Sephiroth;      I have missed you so much.