[Voice]

[thenightmarebegins]

A chance to return...

[A pause, along with the sound of water rushing behind him. Vincent has been coming to the Battle Dome ever since that announcement to go to the simulation of the place he wants to truly return to.]

I cannot help but still wonder what price will be paid for such a chance... and whether it's worth the potential risk.

[Not to himself, of course, but to the people and worlds involved.]

I suppose only time will tell for certain.

Comments

[thenightmarebegins]

[Yes. Some people keep mementos, he keeps... himself holed away in a cave staring at the frozen figure. It takes all kinds, really.]

...I had a phone before I left.

[That he purchased, recently and grudgingly. He sounds more annoyed than anything at even having such a device, but that could have something to do with Yuffie somehow already having the number. Sigh.]

[gardeningaia]

Okay. I expect you to use it. [ THIS IS A THING, NOW.

Except not, really, since the experiment's getting hijacked. ]

[thenightmarebegins]

I don't have it here.

[Thankfully he's ready with that excuse, at least.]

[gardeningaia]

At all? ...But that means you left it back where you're going, right?

[ Aerith

and learning to take "no" for an answer... ]

[thenightmarebegins]

I assume it would be there.

[He will keep the thing turned off. Or 'forget' to charge it.]

[gardeningaia]

And there's your chance.

[ Good, good, Vincent. Think of the excuses to tell her later. ]

[thenightmarebegins]

[But, Aerith, Yuffie has the number.]

I won't use it often.

[gardeningaia]

Guess I couldn't expect to make a chatterbox of you.

[thenightmarebegins]

You would have better luck convincing Yuffie to stop hoarding materia.