[He does sense an affection, a kind of familiarity from a man who is all but familiar — welcome in most aspects, but strange in a building created to be cold, professional. Strange against himself, who is always so distant, who rarely welcomes that kind of warmth from an unknown.
Sephiroth closes his eyes briefly, considering a reply.]
You’re here and unharmed. In the end, it’s fine.
[He wonders just how badly injuries stick in a place like this; a plane that warps with the whims of a mind’s imagination. Thankfully, they needn’t find that out today.]
Are you— [A pause. There’s truly no other way to ask this.] —human?
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Sephiroth closes his eyes briefly, considering a reply.]
You’re here and unharmed. In the end, it’s fine.
[He wonders just how badly injuries stick in a place like this; a plane that warps with the whims of a mind’s imagination. Thankfully, they needn’t find that out today.]
Are you— [A pause. There’s truly no other way to ask this.] —human?