[To rehash, to lecture. There was a fleeting moment of consideration, perhaps, to illuminate Cloud as to why it is so frustrating for him to hear the same accusations and be unable to do anything about it — why it turns his understanding of himself on its head, into something ugly, something he cannot fix if it’s true. Proof of a wrongness within, sleeping in his core and waiting to surface.
But Cloud dismisses it, and a frown twitches across Sephiroth’s face. He reels in these thoughts; will not waste them on someone who doesn’t care to hear it.]
I know. I already feel the effects.
[Death is never something he had worried about, and though a true concern, he shows no trepidation.]
Touch, isn’t it? It’ll necessitate physical interaction and adaptation. But circumstances aren’t dire yet.
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[To rehash, to lecture. There was a fleeting moment of consideration, perhaps, to illuminate Cloud as to why it is so frustrating for him to hear the same accusations and be unable to do anything about it — why it turns his understanding of himself on its head, into something ugly, something he cannot fix if it’s true. Proof of a wrongness within, sleeping in his core and waiting to surface.
But Cloud dismisses it, and a frown twitches across Sephiroth’s face. He reels in these thoughts; will not waste them on someone who doesn’t care to hear it.]
I know. I already feel the effects.
[Death is never something he had worried about, and though a true concern, he shows no trepidation.]
Touch, isn’t it? It’ll necessitate physical interaction and adaptation. But circumstances aren’t dire yet.