potato_powerhouse | For quiet_storm. Continuing from TFLN

Shoshosu almost has to laugh as the understanding comes over her, wanting to embrace it in return. She almost loves instantly as she hears it speak again.

"Shoshosu has a gift, from an old planet...though you seemed to have guessed that much," She hums a little. "It's a complicated request, but I'm hoping you can help, Gaia. I need to see my friend Cloud's past. He's worried about something, and I think looking there may help."

"The life of Cloud is worried about something? Which of us is the life of Cloud? Is he here with us?"

Complicated, yes, but not because of seeing the past. That was easy. The whole Planet's life history was recorded in the glow, overlapping a trillion times over as living things shared their existence. Finding a single thread in the thickly woven tapestry was a strange thought. Like finding a piece of water in the ocean.

"I don't know if it helps...I used him to help contact you. He rests with the physical body of Shoshosu. He has friends who are with you. Aerith and Zack. Does any of that help?" Though she and all the souls in the Lifestream understand enough to speak to each other, but she is trying her best not to take for granted concepts that she thinks everybody should understand.

"He's one of the ones the bad thing, Jenova, hurt."

"Aerith!" The excited sound echoed from multiple directions. There was a tidal change in the energy, and as the echoes finally died away a single white glowing presence emerged. Instead of the language of the Ancients she spoke in the human language of Gaia. Her individual personality was a little more mature than the combined young souls of the Planet around her, but her heart was just as light and accepting as the part of the Lifestream that first greeted Shoshosu.

There was a warm amusement in the flower girl's voice. "You've come to say hello, then? It's nice to meet you, Shoshosu. Thank you for taking such good care of Cloud for us!"

"Shoshosu is pleased to meet you. I would have come sooner if I thought I could...and had been a little less worried about how invasive the Echo might be," At most the change is a little moment of how she first heard things, before she understands once again. She's getting it now, and embracing the presence of Aerith like she tried once she understood the Lifestream. "I'm trying my best...but he has a worry, and...well I am taking it seriously, as you see. The Lifestream has been very willing, but it's...different from Hydaelyn, so I don't know how to find Cloud's past and find the answer."

Or if she'll even completely understand the answer when she finds it. "So, I hope it won't be a bother. Cloud seems to think you have gotten a big job now, so I wouldn't want to interrupt it."

"An answer from Cloud's past, hm? What's the question?" There was a light, silvery laugh. "And don't worry about being a bother. This IS my job!"

"Is he really the Cloud that was Zack's friend? From Tifa's childhood? He thinks he's a different person that just sort of wound up in the original Cloud's body when he died..." A soft hum on her end. "Because his memories before that...only involves Zack and Tifa, and a lot of other stuff, like what Jenova did to him...Shoshosu has her own theories, but telling him any of that won't give him peace of mind."

If there's a variant of clinging to Aerith's dress, Sho is doing it right now. "I know he's going to be...always a little sad and confused...he's been through a lot...but I want him to have less reasons to run? If you get what Shoshosu is saying?"

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Aerith does the equivalent of crouching down and reaching a hand out to hold Shoshosu's.

"Jenova has created a dark place inside him, where his memories have been locked away and twisted into lies. The truth isn't just hidden from sight. It's been destroyed, and that was the only place it ever existed. Some questions no longer have an answer."

"I had a feeling that was part of the problem..." Leaning in to rest her head on Aerith's shoulder, and in the waking world, she's holding Cloud tight. "Is he the Original. Even if he can't remember because of all the damage that was done, is his Soul still Cloud? Would I find if I went back to the day he was in the tank...that he's not there? That's what I want to find...so Cloud won't worry he's pretending and forgetting again, like with Zack-ack."

There she goes, nicknaming people before she even gets properly introduced.

In another dimension Cloud tilts his head, watching his roommate curiously. Aerith rests her hand gently on Shoshosu's back.

"The Jenova virus can sense someone's desires. It can show you what you wish to see, changing the past again and again. The original Cloud's memories will never return to the Lifestream. Whether they were destroyed when his still-living body was submerged in dead mako, or they survived only for Jenova to twist them beyond recognition, we who are part of the Lifestream will never know. If the virus touches one of us then it touches us all."

Aerith pulled back enough to seem as if she was looking her guest in the eyes. "But maybe... just maybe... someone attuned to Hydaelyn instead can see past Jenova's lies."

Shoshosu gasps, eyes bright at Aerith's statement. "Yes! Yes! That is what I want to try. Since I've never dealt with Jenova...maybe Shoshosu can, if you can help me find the way?"

She's practically bouncing, burning with the desire to help. To not fail Cloud...and now the kindly woman she's speaking with now.

Aerith's little laugh was one of simple delight. "We of the Lifestream cannot see through this darkness. If your heart can, then it alone can show you the way."

She bent down and touched a nonexistent whisper of a kiss to their guest's forehead. "You have our blessing, Sacred Life of Hydaelyn. Just remember, whether or not you find what you're looking for, the only thing that matters is that you chose to seek it out."

The white light faded from around Shoshosu, glowing invisibly inside her instead. Cloud blinked at her in concern.

For now, especially because she can feel Cloud's concern in waves, and she really needs a moment to collect herself after that, Shoshosu comes back to reality. Her eyes opens wide, and she blinks up at Cloud before giving him a bright smile and kissing him on his chin.

"It's okay, Cloud. I was trying...and I got the Lifestream and Aerith...say that looking into it by themselves is very dark because of what Jenova did...but I'm...going to try to look because I might be able to cut through the lies..."

She murmurs this, sounding distant...still half in the experience of communicating with the Lifestream, half in the waking world. "They...they'll help me...help you."

"Aerith talked to you?" The thought put a calm little smile on Cloud's face. "She's never been much for subtlety."

A little nod and a pleased hum at Cloud's smile...and her eyes slowly drift, more out of focus that their usual pupil less form usually seems. "Mm. She came when me and the Lifestream had a communication problem...I didn't know how to find you in the sea. So she came...she was really nice."

"You were looking for me inside the Lifestream?" That would be a LOT of lives to sift through. It's lucky the Shoshosu was able to find Aerith so she didn't have to go searching by herself.

"I'm not in there, though. I'm still alive."

"But...you are connected..." All this made sense while she was talking to the damned thing. "It asked, "which of us is the life of Cloud?' I didn't know how to answer, and so Aerith came. Well, after I mentioned she knew you."

She sighs, resting her head against his shoulder. "The Echo allows two souls to understand each other, a couple of dozen souls...in an entity that could be called divine? I can't completely get it. Both of them called me a Sacred Life...it was a new one for me."

Cloud shrugs, yet again. "Well, I was made out of Lifestream and I have no idea. It doesn't surprise me that you don't understand it."

He rests his hand against the back of head. "I wonder if everybody is a sacred life in Lifestream language. I've seen a few bits of writing that the Ancients left behind, but I've never heard anyone speak it. I don't even know what it sounds like. Or even if I could hear it at all. When we were at the Temple of the Ancients, Aerith could hear the voices but no one else could."

"It...sounded like music at first. And then they seemed to sing everything to me. A bunch of voices in one. Makes sense really, yes?" Her ears twitch a little as she thinks some more. "The Mako you were in was...dead Mako, which when I try again gives me something to consider...but! Long story short! I am more sure than ever that I'll get some kind answer for Cloud!"

In the end, that's one of the most important things. "I know you were worried...sorry about that. Sorry Shoshosu came back before she got to your past. I can try again!"

"Don't be sorry," he patted her back. "I really don't want you to hurt yourself or anything like that."

Music, dead Mako? Well, that didn't make sense either, but Cloud was used to that by now. "... But I am still curious."

She nods, humming softly as she takes a moment to gather her thoughts. "It...might be more than a little tiring. But I also wanna strike while the iron is hot... let me see." She leans up again to press her forehead against his. Slowly...to Cloud it may simply seem like she's freezing up, tense, hiding from creature that can only see movement.

To her, her body is yanked around, tossed like she once was a long while back...until she finds herself simply in a lab, floating above everything, watching and hearing. A sinister man with glasses, computers with stuff she can't read flashing across it...and two men, floating in tubes. That strange stuff must be the Mako...now that she thinks on it, it all does seem a little off to her... Hmm...

The lights turn on and off. People come and go. Computers click away and go dormant. Every so often, the tubes are drained so tissue samples can be collected from the specimens. Years go by. One of the tubes doesn't get drained anymore, the contents forgotten. More years go by.

Then everything changes in a shriek of shattering glass, fluid pouring everywhere, and the touch of a human being. Gravity shifts and turns, all the scenery starts changing wildly and keeps changing at breakneck speed. Months go by. A thudding feeling begins, faint and slow at first, from inside. More months go by. The first tiny puff of air flows in from the outside, then back out again. The air is as harsh as the bright light that appears and disappears, as rough as the hard jabbing surfaces that press back when gravity pulls down. More months go by.

It is pieces itself together as she watches. There's a lot of sensory information when the glass shatters. She goes from watching to...feeling it. But the information is coming to her.

Should she keep watching. Seeing it as Cloud did, and then from the outside...

Slowly she begins to pull out. She can't speak with anybody like this. It's like watching a play. One she can move about and see different angles on, but she can't do anything (No matter how much a certain genius inventor tells her about seeing her).

"Tube not drained, ignored...but why not throw you out if you died and had no use? Sensation when you were freed...but why did your heart wait to beat?"

It just seems...off. Dammit.. the Echo doesn't work on the written word...

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.

Oh...Oh no...

Now she really has pulled out, pulled away and returned to herself and the waking world with Cloud that exists with her now.

She pulls away from him...and he can probably see her trying to quicken her pace back to reality. It doesn't make sense though. Or maybe it does. Could Aerith have been there in that form? But Cloud implied he knew her, so she shouldn't have...been exalted.

She looks up at Cloud, little tears in her eyes. "I...don't know. I don't know how to interpret what...I know what it is, but I don't know."

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