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« @SEPHIROTH » TEXT ✧ AUDIO ✧ VIDEO ✧ ACTION Sephiroth ✦ Final Fantasy VII
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[supersoldier]

[All bark, no bite. Always on the precipice of an answer, it seems, before Cloud’s own stubbornness—or the state of his mind—seems to steal it away from them both. Sephiroth’s brows twitch in response to that uttered word (useless), but the fire between them has already flared in the clashing of steel, and he cannot bring himself to light it a second time.

If this is Cloud’s way of being helpful, he’s not quite sure it’s succeeded, now in the wake of their conversation. But Sephiroth accedes the point, brief and without any real motivation to argue.]

And you?

[As in, you don’t seem to be the hand-holding type, either, Cloud.]

[coraza]

I have friends.

[it's perhaps unfair, what he says, but should cloud not be able to strike sephiroth significantly with his blade—he can at least do so with his words, a pettiness that will always remain there, a hatred that will never die no matter if the man before him may not deserve it as far as committed actions go.]

[and while sephiroth may very well be capable of making his own friends, cloud digs into the sore sport revealed from this conversation—this lack of belonging sephiroth seems to bothered with.]

But you're my responsibility. I'll check up on you again.

[his boots feel like they're filled with rocks as he forces himself to make his exit now, towards the back door, his attempt to sound cool only able of being matched by his actions and allowing no further room for discussion, after all.]

[supersoldier]

[He had friends once, too, Cloud. They simply died, or turned traitor against him.

If the words cut, dig into revealed insecurity, he doesn't let it show. He watches as Cloud disappears past the back gate, leaving him behind. Alone with his blade, back to whatever task he conjures up for himself.

His focus will suffer in the wake of their discussion, so many things left unanswered. But he forcibly sews it back together all the same, and spends the rest of the day training with no one in the yard of an empty townhouse.]