although I will absolve him of getting Jenova to land on the planet in the first place... that one he couldn't have influenced)
Y helo thar, stream of consciousness fic!
He thought about the Reunion. Sephiroth's actions had forced a change in theory. (The boy had been willful.) Strength of will, enough to call on whatever was needed, trumping all better-laid plans.
He couldn't resist for much longer. They said he was needed. The flow swelled. He had to stay. The flow surged.
He thought about the beach at Costa del Sol. Don't stray out too far, or you'll be pulled out.
Everything races and plods, leaves and arrives. Movement, always.
Strength of will, to call on what was needed.
Everything melts into green.
Make noise. Be loud. Scream that there was life. Hear the call and partake.
Finally, finally impact. The feeding began. Flowing towards the new life, to take it into the flow...
It had been a long voyage, but an invitation was novel. Rather than fear, there was welcome, partake without worry. But rest was needed before the greater feast. Too tiring to consume from the source for so long. The sampling served to weary rather than refresh. Taking shoots, buds, that was simpler.