There's a known futility in healing the damned, to retrieve the souls of once brave soldiers mislead towards the path of heros deceptively cloaked in the vibrant hues of righteousness. Shinra had become skilled in the trade of dreams, enticing those with weaker hearts with legends of heroism and the many promises of a world only possible in fantasy. A corruption hidden under the guise of well intentions that had fooled him as well as the rest. How many souls had suffered until the truth would rear its ugly head ? How many more will fall until the world itself is barren of its very essence ? Mako was a product that could pave the way towards human advancement, the needed tool to create an age of peace never known to man it's what he too had foolishly believed, unaware of its misuse until it was far too late, the soldiers they praised discarded &. turned into something horrific, no different than mindless monsters that plague this world, and within that turmoil, the earth utters a cry none can hear.
Remorse is but a vain emotion he knows better than to dwell on, using his time and knowledge to ease the torment of the lost, never able to heal, only slow down another tragedy. Before him lay the haggered figure of a soldier, delirious, pained, haunted by visions of a realm unknown, the glow of Mako still alive in an absent gaze, an indication of heavy poisoning that went untreated. His remedies merely sooth the poor soul into a much needed rest, a time of peace before a final departure, a kindness he could not extend to a weeping mother, her tremulous assurances to her son overshadowed by the grim pallor of death. Yet within that gloom he can note the outline of a figure, the signature black suit she wore blended her perfectly with the darkness. ❛❛ I didn't know the Turks had the time for private visits. ❜❜ the former scientist speaks once they're left alone, dark hues flicking sharply towards his unlikely companion. It hasn't been the first time they'd pay him a visit, an intimidation tactic to keep him on his toes merely, for he knows the uselessness of his own research when it could only produce more monsters to inconvenience them, an evil he had willingly become to shield others from. ❛❛ To what do I owe the pleasure ? ❜❜