[ Angeal has not lived through years and years of fighting without strong instincts about some things. Like life and death, to begin with. And he knows that, even as he is now, Sephiroth is not someone he can overpower easily. Or at all.
But he also doesn't think that Sephiroth is here to kill him. A small part of him thinks, pity. Much more of him is grateful - there is a reason he asked this of Zack, not Sephiroth.
And the rest of him can't help, even now, even as he is, the sudden tide of desire that rises as the man draws near, touches him, practically devours him with those eyes. He'd thought he had suppressed those feelings, bid them farewell when he no longer could stay with Shinra, when he no longer could believe himself human, and, yet...
(If Sephiroth is not a human, either, as the wing evidences... Then, as they match...)
He gives these thoughts a firm shake. Breathes out, long and as steady as he can make it. ]
Is there a better one, then? One that will erase more suffering?
[ He meets Sephiroth's gaze, eyes still mostly hopeless, but unflinching. ]
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But he also doesn't think that Sephiroth is here to kill him. A small part of him thinks, pity. Much more of him is grateful - there is a reason he asked this of Zack, not Sephiroth.
And the rest of him can't help, even now, even as he is, the sudden tide of desire that rises as the man draws near, touches him, practically devours him with those eyes. He'd thought he had suppressed those feelings, bid them farewell when he no longer could stay with Shinra, when he no longer could believe himself human, and, yet...
(If Sephiroth is not a human, either, as the wing evidences... Then, as they match...)
He gives these thoughts a firm shake. Breathes out, long and as steady as he can make it. ]
Is there a better one, then? One that will erase more suffering?
[ He meets Sephiroth's gaze, eyes still mostly hopeless, but unflinching. ]
Show me.