[No, it had not occurred to him that eating, in general, was not an act indulged in for the simple fun of it, and more one undertook according to need with Sephiroth's version of humanity. Nor does it strike him that this place is so pleasantly designed because work at the Shinra building tended to involve practically living at the building.
So to him, this president appears to be a kind man indeed.]
Though if I may point something out, that tree. [A hand rises, to curl a spectral finger at the center of the room.] While the light shining upon it is something it can photosynthesise, it would nonetheless benefit from being exposed to the air, and what your people emit by their breathing. In fact, if-
[Oh. He's overstepping. He silences himself, with a small laugh.]
My apologies. I forget my place.
[And. Perhaps eager to change subject from what he views as a faux pas:]
You do not sense it yourself? Curious... Your soul. It is like mine. There are some characteristics- longevity, for instance- that are very similar indeed. but upon looking at you, you are not even faintly related to us.
[He tilts his head.]
You are different, aren't you? From all you have met. Even if you cannot sense souls, it must still be apparent.
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[No, it had not occurred to him that eating, in general, was not an act indulged in for the simple fun of it, and more one undertook according to need with Sephiroth's version of humanity. Nor does it strike him that this place is so pleasantly designed because work at the Shinra building tended to involve practically living at the building.
So to him, this president appears to be a kind man indeed.]
Though if I may point something out, that tree. [A hand rises, to curl a spectral finger at the center of the room.] While the light shining upon it is something it can photosynthesise, it would nonetheless benefit from being exposed to the air, and what your people emit by their breathing. In fact, if-
[Oh. He's overstepping. He silences himself, with a small laugh.]
My apologies. I forget my place.
[And. Perhaps eager to change subject from what he views as a faux pas:]
You do not sense it yourself? Curious...
Your soul. It is like mine. There are some characteristics- longevity, for instance- that are very similar indeed. but upon looking at you, you are not even faintly related to us.
[He tilts his head.]
You are different, aren't you? From all you have met. Even if you cannot sense souls, it must still be apparent.
...It must be a burden.