[He does not feel compelled to say that the tree is for show, more than consideration of its own well-being. That things do not grow so easily in the city he hails from, and therefore to make something flourish—even if it is within the conditions of a glass enclosure—is a show of capability more than it is care. He allows him to relay his piece, useless as the advice would be, as he has no say in the aesthetic decisions Shinra had already constructed for itself.
Instead, he focuses on the explanation, and the subject of differences stills Sephiroth in ways that reveal he had been incrementally more casual before: the slope of his shoulders, the angle in which he holds his chin. All of that tightens as though a string had been pulled, situating himself with a purely military, straight-backed mien, all subtle shades of emotion banished from him.
Steel walls have been flung up. This is not a conversation he has with pure strangers; even those he would once call friends would rarely be allowed to glimpse past the cracking armor.]
It’s what makes me excel. Being different has only been advantageous for myself and the company.
no subject
Instead, he focuses on the explanation, and the subject of differences stills Sephiroth in ways that reveal he had been incrementally more casual before: the slope of his shoulders, the angle in which he holds his chin. All of that tightens as though a string had been pulled, situating himself with a purely military, straight-backed mien, all subtle shades of emotion banished from him.
Steel walls have been flung up. This is not a conversation he has with pure strangers; even those he would once call friends would rarely be allowed to glimpse past the cracking armor.]
It’s what makes me excel. Being different has only been advantageous for myself and the company.