A god is dead...I didn't kill him.

My son was going to be a god. My son...where is my son? I wonder where he is. Maybe he got lost. Maybe.

Maybe I'm lost. I don't know.

So noisy. The Planet's screams are loud enough, but what about the others? ...when did I start calling it the Planet? It's not THE Planet, it's A planet, lonely miserable little Gaia, calling out for its carers.

I killed them all. The Ancients. Drove them mad, made them beautiful.

Gaia's so loud, but you can hardly hear it amongst all the others. All the other planets I've killed.

...where's my son?

((OOC: Jenova's going slightly mad. She can hear all the planets she's killed, and all of their inhabitants. Have fun trying to get sense out of her!))

...it's been so long since I annihilated a planet.

Current Mood: listless

I must say, Rufus, you get a spectacular view from this office.

Current Mood: mischievous

Sephiroth. I demand you speak with me at once.

...Kadaj?

A note for the incredibly stupid:

NOT A FUNGUS.

Current Mood: irate