I keep reading that last letter of Angeal's and I keep wondering whether his mother cringed in quite the same way I did when she read it. Sorta like "Angeal, I know you want your friends to be friends with each other, but sometimes it Just Doesn't Work" - and thinking "well, at least if I ever want to know which way to Midgar, I just have to stick my head out the window and listen for the explosions... *sigh*" (interspersed with curses at Hojo and Hollander and the Rhapsodoses for fscking up all those experiments in so many different ways).