[He ignores the question, but the sliver of a smile, ever faint, remains. Sephiroth’s steps are steady as he walks to the door, pushing it open with a flat palm.]
This way.
[He passes over the threshold, expecting her to follow. So, yes, this door.
His domain circumvents passing through any offices he cares little for; this high up is technically the President’s realm, or the VP if he were not on an extended “business trip” in Junon. But the door merely opens up to the rooftop proper, a flat clearance with room for a helipad. Crossing further, and the sight of Midgar, lit up at night, greets them.
A cool breeze passes by. This high up, and the ozone scent of mako cannot reach them, no matter how it clouds the sky in a strange green — almost beautiful if seen (and only seen) from a distance.]
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This way.
[He passes over the threshold, expecting her to follow. So, yes, this door.
His domain circumvents passing through any offices he cares little for; this high up is technically the President’s realm, or the VP if he were not on an extended “business trip” in Junon. But the door merely opens up to the rooftop proper, a flat clearance with room for a helipad. Crossing further, and the sight of Midgar, lit up at night, greets them.
A cool breeze passes by. This high up, and the ozone scent of mako cannot reach them, no matter how it clouds the sky in a strange green — almost beautiful if seen (and only seen) from a distance.]