Nothing happened and you don't need to worry about it. First Reno was gone, then Tseng was gone, but it's fine—Tseng calls them all together to explain, Tseng has all the answers, Tseng is ready with a plan.
"This is our new normal," he says, drawing up a digitized map of the world they currently inhabit upon each of the terminals. Midgar and Junon are a mutant hybrid beast at its core. The borders between cities are hazy. There are dark parts on the map, which he can set alight with a click of the remote in his hand. "We are pioneers in this world. It would benefit us greatly to keep that in mind."
Moving on.
"You would think that illuminating these regions of this map that are beyond our scope ought to take priority. Absolutely not. We will let the others stumble into the wilderness while we observe. Choose your marks with care."
Click. The screens shift, depicting the soft orange sky, the old Junon helipad. Two silhouettes are visible, one pressed against the rail, the other surging into the sky in flight.
"This is our first priority. Sephiroth." Tseng folds his hands and smiles as he tours the room. "He is a threat to public security and must be supervised at all times. We will devise a means to keep him inhibited, but until then, we shall be his shadow, stalking him wherever he moves. Feel free to make your presence known; I should like to see how he folds beneath the pressure of so many eyes upon him. But be certain that you are not seen, and make absolutely sure that you are not caught. I trust that none of you will find that particularly difficult."
He turns, faces the biggest screen. He puzzles over the picture there, and whatever he sees must please him, because he sounds lighter than ever when he proclaims, "That is all. Dismissed."
tseng — open
"This is our new normal," he says, drawing up a digitized map of the world they currently inhabit upon each of the terminals. Midgar and Junon are a mutant hybrid beast at its core. The borders between cities are hazy. There are dark parts on the map, which he can set alight with a click of the remote in his hand. "We are pioneers in this world. It would benefit us greatly to keep that in mind."
Moving on.
"You would think that illuminating these regions of this map that are beyond our scope ought to take priority. Absolutely not. We will let the others stumble into the wilderness while we observe. Choose your marks with care."
Click. The screens shift, depicting the soft orange sky, the old Junon helipad. Two silhouettes are visible, one pressed against the rail, the other surging into the sky in flight.
"This is our first priority. Sephiroth." Tseng folds his hands and smiles as he tours the room. "He is a threat to public security and must be supervised at all times. We will devise a means to keep him inhibited, but until then, we shall be his shadow, stalking him wherever he moves. Feel free to make your presence known; I should like to see how he folds beneath the pressure of so many eyes upon him. But be certain that you are not seen, and make absolutely sure that you are not caught. I trust that none of you will find that particularly difficult."
He turns, faces the biggest screen. He puzzles over the picture there, and whatever he sees must please him, because he sounds lighter than ever when he proclaims, "That is all. Dismissed."