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Sephiroth was a dismayed to hear the patter of little feet down the hall.  He and Zack had returned home only the day before; they were both very much walking wounded.  Zack still required help getting out of bed.  Sephiroth had nearly had his head sawn off by a living chain – it took a five minute run-up to sit upright.  What did his child want in the middle of the night? To his surprise, the little feet bypassed his bedroom door and continued down the hall. Well, they had told the children that Mommy and Daddy were very sick.  The child could be seeking help from Uncle Angeal and Aunt Genesis. “Loz.” Faelan’s voi