[Suwako looks tired. Not as cheery as usual.]

Hi, newcomers of the gardens...my...my name is Suwako. Suwako Moriya. I'm the...Native Goddess

[She pauses, abruptly dropping the cheery facade.]

...how long was I asleep? 

Are you still here, Marisa?

[Over the long weeks since her arrival in the Gardens, following the storm and her release from Sephiroth's lab, Kadaj has been the observer. Not needing to eat, and having no desire for company (except for Sephiroth's, which she finds irresistible and infuriating), she's been acting the teenager she really isn't at all, keeping ostentatiously to herself.

Boredom isn't a good thing for a Remnant alone. Kadaj has been chafing at her confinement, but making terrifying plans of revenge and escape is only so satisfying when she still has information to gather-- and no one to help or to support or to argue with her. She's been testing her skills in her new environment, gaining some satisfaction from training alone, but she's dismayed to find that some forms of her power are useless or perverted here.

Her favorite summon, for instance.

Bahamut SIN* is belly up on the grass. The armored dragon's tail is-- wagging. From her seat on the massive useless thing's chest, she reaches out and runs her nails over its belly. There's a noise like an earthquake that she supposes is an indicator of pleasure.

It's galling. It's also distracting, because Kadaj doesn't notice she's being observed by the Vine.]

Don't get used to this. I'm not Loz. She'd be happy to waste our time with you like this.
Foolish.

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