[Sephiroth only stands and watches at first. The sounds are clear but strange, and though he has the distant feeling that he is being spoken to, there is no manner in which he can understand the language.
Which is not inherently true, he realizes, his own stubbornness taking the wheel and sharpening his focus though sheer willpower alone. Slowly, meaning is wrenched free from the sounds — eventually, he understands them as though this were just another person from Midgar.
An impossibly tall person. He steps forward, craning his neck up. The machine behind him finally quiets, though it also remains stationed in place.]
I could barely understand you. [Though the clear implication is that he can, now.] You’re going to get hurt, wandering into someone else’s domain without even an introduction.
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Which is not inherently true, he realizes, his own stubbornness taking the wheel and sharpening his focus though sheer willpower alone. Slowly, meaning is wrenched free from the sounds — eventually, he understands them as though this were just another person from Midgar.
An impossibly tall person. He steps forward, craning his neck up. The machine behind him finally quiets, though it also remains stationed in place.]
I could barely understand you. [Though the clear implication is that he can, now.] You’re going to get hurt, wandering into someone else’s domain without even an introduction.