Invisible wisps of Lifestream, soft and green, swirled around in the air. The energy was Aerith's and someone else's intermingling and sinking in. Then in a burst of light, everything started happening at the right speed.

The newborn soul instinctively crawled its way to its source. Mother, usually, but this time the strands of life were pulling away from the broken body of a dark-haired man. There was blood, and water, and being held against the source's chest. Then the source was no more, lifeless. The soul was utterly alone, abandoned, all hope of growing in the nourishing presence of love and comfort was gone. The new life's first sound was a scream, crying out to the confusing, empty, and painful world it had been thrust into, the one it had no hope of surviving. Birth and death with nothing but despair in between.