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[The throes of ShinRa Mansion. A flicker of light, before it diminishes. And reappears. And dimishes again.]

Silence. In the wake of night.

[Another flicker, this one brighter.]

Is there purpose? Hope? What is to become of us?

[Footsteps litter the dormant hallways, the creak of wood groaning through the weakened floorboards. But he doesn't seem to notice. He continues to walk, with no particular destination in mind.]

Hazel. Are you well?