[And like that, the spark of fire behind the fight—already a waning thing—flickers and finds itself extinguishing beneath Cloud’s exhaustion. Sephiroth only stands with Masamune gripped, seeing little point in continuing like this; he will raise his blade of Cloud swings at him again, ringing steel between them like clockwork, but there’s so little antagonism in his frame that he thinks it’s unnecessary.
What he says, after all, is something more worthy of his attentions than this fight.]
What do you mean?
[Given that Cloud was Sephiroth’s first, he has no frame of reference to compare.]
no subject
What he says, after all, is something more worthy of his attentions than this fight.]
What do you mean?
[Given that Cloud was Sephiroth’s first, he has no frame of reference to compare.]