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My name is Yazoo, and the last name on my birth certificate (Made it myself) is Amarante. My brothers and I were on the road, running, last time I saw them. Kadaj is the shorter, louder one. Loz is the taller, sensitive one.
I'm the enigma.
We're not sure what we are yet, but we remember the lab. We remember the white coats, the fluid-filled tubes, the needles. I remember the pain, the injustices, the- Well.
Anyway.
That's in the past. Right now, I'm alone.
I was living with my brothers up until a few months ago. Kadaj was bossy and possessive as usual, and Loz supported him in everything he did. I love them, they're the only real family I have.
I read something about it, somewhere, how blood is thicker than water. But what I felt for Zexion wasn't just water. Kadaj, brother, don't make me choose. Even though you seem to have chosen for me.
They're gone, today. Kadaj tried to make me leave, but I ran away back to Zexion. And now.... now they're gone. I can't find them anywhere- it's as though they've disappeared into thin air. Surely he'd need me when we went looking for leads on Jenova, right? Kadaj, Loz, where are you?
Your brother's lost.
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NOW I'M SURE THIS HAS GIVEN YOU THE IMPRESSION THAT I'M A PERFECTLY REASONABLE PERSON.
WELL don't look now but
Are those my fingers on your face?
Is that my hair tangled in yours?
Are those my lips on your lips?
Is that my hand behind my back, gripping my gun?
-YAZOO AMARANTE
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