[A phantom moment indeed. Telling of both mastery of it, and the aforementioned preferences by the lack of anyone around.
...Interesting.
He slows to walk in step with Sephiroth, lingering by... a vaguely metallic orb on the upper floor. The combat simulator.]
Absolutely nothing. For I am long dead. I should hope this does not disconcert you?
[He does not seem fazed by it. Not regretful, and certainly not sad. Yet not pleased, either. Nor whimsical.]
When I was alive, I had a position within an office alike... yet very unlike this one. My people were caretakers, of a sort. And our collective purpose was the improvement of our star.
My office, at the time, was a single means to facilitate that aim.
[His purpose, though. His reason for being, was something different. He looks toward the sim.]
no subject
...Interesting.
He slows to walk in step with Sephiroth, lingering by... a vaguely metallic orb on the upper floor. The combat simulator.]
Absolutely nothing. For I am long dead. I should hope this does not disconcert you?
[He does not seem fazed by it. Not regretful, and certainly not sad. Yet not pleased, either. Nor whimsical.]
When I was alive, I had a position within an office alike... yet very unlike this one. My people were caretakers, of a sort. And our collective purpose was the improvement of our star.
My office, at the time, was a single means to facilitate that aim.
[His purpose, though. His reason for being, was something different. He looks toward the sim.]
What is this?