[Ophelia hadn't really learned of the mognet bug, so she was puzzled at the praise for directly delivering mail. She accepted it all the same, and appreciated it with a nod and thanks.]

You posit that our crystals contain, in a sense, all that we are or could be. We are mere shells then, with memories and personalities, beholden to these crystals? Much like the old tales of sorcerers and wizards who would hide their soul in something else as protection.

How long have you been here, Sephiroth? I only just arrived shortly before whatever happened. I've been told that our appearance at the Crystal of Wind was a new phenomena. There may not be an answer, but perhaps some sense can still be made.

--Valentine