[ This Angeal doesn't expect a particularly gentle touch, so the way Sephiroth lets go does not make him frown. He does blink in confusion on things depending on him. He could walk through a crowd without anyone paying too much attention to him. Forgettable.
And then Sephiroth rends open the fabric of reality, and there is enough in Angeal that resonates with the power that he uses to make a shiver run through him, eyes open wide. ]
What...
[ He swallows down the rest of the question. There is a niggling feeling in his gut that the Sephiroth he knows is not the Sephiroth here. Then he finds himself in that in-between space, and needs a few moments to orient himself.
And he does.
Zack's reaction makes his shoulders slump, his wing drags a little, but he is also proud of the boy, regret and guilt eating at him even stronger.
Then he pauses, pure shock on his face.
Sephiroth... so broken. That doesn't make sense. And yet, it does. It does. What he never dared to allow himself to dream, and he is looking at the rawness of its reality. At least... ]
Is this... you?
[ He doesn't... know. He doesn't know if this is Sephiroth from the future, or somehow a different one. He seems to expect Angeal to expect this, which he... couldn't have. He still lingers, his heart aching in a way that he didn't think he would know.
Then it all fades, and Angeal can't take a breath.
Genesis... Sephiroth.
And then all the slaughter, and, even in this place, Angeal stumbles, his legs giving out. Thoughts swirling, he tries to take in air in his lungs, but he can't. He can't, not with so much pain washing over him. His own seems so... small.
Cowardly, Sephiroth called him. He is beginning to see, even while he can't really understand... or doesn't allow himself to understand how he would make a difference. ]
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And then Sephiroth rends open the fabric of reality, and there is enough in Angeal that resonates with the power that he uses to make a shiver run through him, eyes open wide. ]
What...
[ He swallows down the rest of the question. There is a niggling feeling in his gut that the Sephiroth he knows is not the Sephiroth here. Then he finds himself in that in-between space, and needs a few moments to orient himself.
And he does.
Zack's reaction makes his shoulders slump, his wing drags a little, but he is also proud of the boy, regret and guilt eating at him even stronger.
Then he pauses, pure shock on his face.
Sephiroth... so broken. That doesn't make sense. And yet, it does. It does. What he never dared to allow himself to dream, and he is looking at the rawness of its reality. At least... ]
Is this... you?
[ He doesn't... know. He doesn't know if this is Sephiroth from the future, or somehow a different one. He seems to expect Angeal to expect this, which he... couldn't have. He still lingers, his heart aching in a way that he didn't think he would know.
Then it all fades, and Angeal can't take a breath.
Genesis... Sephiroth.
And then all the slaughter, and, even in this place, Angeal stumbles, his legs giving out. Thoughts swirling, he tries to take in air in his lungs, but he can't. He can't, not with so much pain washing over him. His own seems so... small.
Cowardly, Sephiroth called him. He is beginning to see, even while he can't really understand... or doesn't allow himself to understand how he would make a difference. ]
Is... this you?