[He still doesn’t understand; or perhaps it’s merely that he cannot relate. Sephiroth has not lived an age, and his own death had been such a far-away concept until brought to the forefront in heated conversation, only as of late. He exhales, thinly, accepting the answer because he has no reason to question it — even if it is an odd one.
His attention pries over to the combat sim, instead.]
I can. But I don’t know how much it would entertain.
[So many have a warped, strange view of battle, of fighting monsters and men alike, even if only in simulation. It is still violent and visceral; only through familiarity and it being the focal point of his very life, has Sephiroth found his own brand of amusement from sessions such as these.]
It isn’t for the faint of heart. [Not the simulations he conjures up for himself.]
no subject
His attention pries over to the combat sim, instead.]
I can. But I don’t know how much it would entertain.
[So many have a warped, strange view of battle, of fighting monsters and men alike, even if only in simulation. It is still violent and visceral; only through familiarity and it being the focal point of his very life, has Sephiroth found his own brand of amusement from sessions such as these.]
It isn’t for the faint of heart. [Not the simulations he conjures up for himself.]