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This was going to be much harder than he’d ever anticipated. Of course he’d be skeptical. Vincent looked the same age as Sephiroth, courtesy of Hojo’s experiments, Chaos’ influence, and all that time spent in stasis in the coffin. Really, if the roles were reversed, Vincent would have never believed this either. He was a fool for thinking this would go well. But he was here, Sephiroth was here. He couldn’t exactly run from it now.
He took solace in the dark red that Cissnei left for him. She certainly made a good choice for him. It reminded him of a much more pleasant time, back in Torensten wine tasting with Stella. The peace of that memory lent him strength and purpose. Or maybe it was the alcohol in the strong wine. Either way, he took a steadying breath before trying again. Mako-infused eyes focused on him, almost challengingly. But it wasn’t an overtly hostile look.
“She was a biotechnologist who worked with my father on life-stream research, focusing on the weapons Chaos and Omega. This was a long time ago, before you were born.” He gestured to his youthful appearance with a dour expression. “I am much older than I look. Sixty-one, in fact. Thanks to Shinra experiments.” He didn’t mention how Lucrecia had helped with those experiments, nor about all the other ramifications. “I was a Turk back then, and was assigned to be her bodyguard so I grew to know her… very well. She was a devoted researcher and an extremely intelligent woman. And I see much of her in you. I can tell you all about her, if you wish. Since...I know you were never able to meet her and know her.”
Vincent took another sip of wine before trying to continue. “I have many regrets in my life.” That was an understatement. “But one that has haunted me forever is the fact that I was unable to help you, or to even try. I left you with…him. With that monster Hojo. And for that I apologize. I wish -” What did he wish? For some cliched family life, with Lucrecia and Sephiroth? He shook his head, black hair falling across his shoulders. “I wish I could have done more to save us all from Hojo and his ambitions.”
The nerves that had once nearly silenced Cissnei’s contact had subsided now. It was as though the wine had been an elixir of courage, or perhaps Vincent had merely needed something to do with his hands. Either way, he sounded stronger now. More confident. Sephiroth weighed his words and his tone and the situation as a whole. He still found it unlikely. It seemed far too convenient, and while he didn’t doubt Cissnei’s skills at reconnaissance, the chances that she would happen across someone who had known his mother were…
Sephiroth set his glass down and leaned back thoughtfully. The chances were slim, but not none. His story had far too many details to be pure fabrication. He knew too much.
”My mother was a scientist?” That much he could believe though it left a sour taste in his mouth. Not every scientist was a monster -- Gast had been proof of that -- but he knew Shinra better than most, and he knew the odds. It reminded him all too much of him.
’I wish I could have done more to save us all from Hojo and his ambitions.’
Vincent knew too much.
”Why would Shinra decommission a Turk for one of their experiments? Unless you had defected…” He worked through the situation slowly, turning over every detail. It seemed foolish to believe his story, yet the more he thought it through, the more it seemed to align. The public at large knew Shinra to exploit the weak for profit, but they had no idea what lurked beneath its corporate exterior. These were the words of someone intimately familiar with its inner workings. No matter how he considered it, he couldn’t find a motive.
If Vincent was unrelated, then why lie? If this man really had known his true mother, then why seek him out and tell him now? Had it all been Cissnei’s doing?
”I’ve been attacked several times by strangers who claim to know me.” His lips twitched into a bitter smirk. ”I have reason to be on guard.”
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"He knows that Hojo's a monster. That checks out."
”One of the best Shinra had to offer. She was brilliant. Far more intelligent than I could ever dream to be. And she was a light in the darkness of Shinra.” As Vincent continued, bringing voice to his trauma and fraught past with Shinra, he could tell Sephiroth was tensing up and becoming more and more wary. There was a gleam in those mako-tainted eyes that reminded Vincent of the Sephiroth he knew, the one he’d fought against. But he tried to remain calm, to keep down the swirling confusing mess of emotions that bubbled up inside of him. [break][break]
He mentioned being attacked before, which gave Vincent momentary pause. Who else was here from home and encountered Sephiroth? He supposed he wasn’t surprised that the others would attack first and ask questions later. They knew only the Sephiroth of later years, the one responsible for countless deaths and tragedies. The one molded and shaped by the people and events around him. [break][break]
Vincent drained the last of his wine and continued with his halting and maybe confusing story. ”When I worked with Lucrecia and Hojo I disagreed with many of his methods and experimentations, especially those on live test subjects. Eventually it led to an incident. I fought with Hojo and he pulled a gun, taking a shot that should have killed me. But he kept me alive in a comatose state. I don’t believe the rest of Shinra ever knew the details, probably believing I died or had defected. But your mother, Lucrecia, used the research she and my father had been working on to save me. The Chaos-tainted mako preserved me and gave me a new life, but my mind and body were fractured. For years I fell into a coma, letting the worst come to pass around me. There was nothing I could do for her or for you.”[break][break]
[attr=class,bulk] Vincent spoke well of the woman who was supposedly his mother. Sephiroth watched him carefully, eyes slightly narrowed, searching for inconsistencies, weaknesses, and contradictions. What he found instead was a new surge of confidence in Cissnei’s contact. Gone was the fidgeting, awkward man who seemed adverse to eye contact. Now, Vincent spoke with a renewed passion. ’She was brilliant.’
Sephiroth glanced away, processing the man’s words. He hadn’t said many of them in total – not about his supposed mother – but what he did say was…telling. He and this woman had been close. She had been his “light.”
He had nothing to say on the subject of Sephiroth’s attackers. Vincent merely paused, lips pulled into a slight frown before he finished the rest of his wine and started into his own story. Sephiroth took note of that. It was a topic that Vincent would rather keep his distance from.
The story itself was wild and dramatic, involving near death experiences and live human experimentation. Perhaps it should have been unbelievable. It wasn’t.
Sephiroth was silent for a moment. There were the obvious questions about Hojo and his ambitions. There were clarifications about his supposed mother and the research that had led to Vincent’s apparent agelessness. Sephiroth sifted through them, setting aside the irrelevant, the uninteresting, and those with answers he could conclude for himself. He measured Vincent’s claims against all of his others, and finally lifted his eyes to meet Vincent’s own.
”You claim this…Lucrecia to be my mother, and yet you were comatose for some time.” At the table beside them, a woman laughed. He could hear the clink of glasses and the distant splashing of a decorative water feature. ”How would you know? You said that you knew her before I was born.”
It wasn’t necessarily a contradiction. Vincent could have misspoken. There could have been any number of explanations, but it felt like a solid place to start.
Sephiroth’s questions were inevitable but certainly not easy to answer and explain. Vincent knew this was going to be awkward and strange and difficult beforehand, but he hadn’t quite realized the extent of the anxiety he’d feel at this moment. Would Sephiroth attack? Would he scoff and send Vincent away, incredulous and disbelieving? Either seemed possible. What seemed less possible was a reaction of acceptance. [break][break]
”Yes, I knew her before you were born, including when she was pregnant with you. And when I fell into a comatose state, she left information for me that I found after regaining consciousness. Hidden… in the Nibelheim Manor.” Vincent paused for a brief moment, wondering what the word Nibelheim might mean to this version of Sephiroth, if anything yet. ”From this information, and from the words of others it was easy to deduce that you were the child borne by Lucrecia. And later, verified by your mother herself.”[break][break]
He silently wished he had more wine to help him get through his tale. ”She is not dead, but neither is she fully alive. Her body had been altered during her time as a Shinra scientist and no longer withered and aged like a normal human. She… merged with materia, deep in the hidden cave where she and my father first found Chaos. When I found her there she asked after you. Her greatest regret is that you were taken from her, raised away from her love and care.” How different could life for all of them have been? If Vincent had shot Hojo first, if Lucrecia had raised Sephiroth herself. Despite the Jenova cells, maybe Sephiroth would have turned out differently without Hojo’s influence. Would all of Gaia have been saved, if only Vincent had acted first?[break][break]
