[ Perhaps it might be helpful to have an inkling about the force, as certain as gravity, that can affect Sephiroth - possibly affect them both - into who and what they need to not become. Just as awareness of what they must avoid - and if Sephiroth has hopes about finding his mother, as far as he is aware, Angeal would not refuse him without good reasons.
But he doesn't know to ask for it.
What Sephiroth shows him truly punches the air from his lungs. It's simple and it's messy and it's anything he has never dared to dream ... to be able to give to Sephiroth. Because, beyond hero, or legend, or SOLDIER, Sephiroth has ever been a person, a man, and people need each other. And Sephiroth, in all the years they have known each other, has not had all that many close to him.
Or any at all, beyond the two of them... and Genesis was too eager to try to replace him, sometimes.
A man who needed you. A man who still does.
Angeal can't bring himself to wrap an arm around Sephiroth as the memory showed him, but he does reach and hold on to Sephiroth's shoulder, in the junction where the shoulder pad attaches to the leather coat, and squeezes slightly. Then drops his arm, looking down at his hands. ]
Did you know... that when Genesis first dropped on me... the first parts of what I learned about him and me... and, I suppose, in a different way you, he also told me that Shinra is the enemy. He wanted me to choose a side, thinking I would choose his.
But I had sworn my loyalty to them. And, more... you were still with them. You are still with them, in my 'now.' [ And Zack, too. Protecting Zack from Genesis was no small part of the reason why he did not, could not, choose his old friend. Not the only part, however. ] To go up against them would mean going up against you.
Genesis asked if I was sure if I could live on that side. Their side. [ His fist clenches, the other hand holding on harder onto the handle of the Buster Sword. They both know that Genesis was not wrong, expressing that doubt.
He looks up, at Sephiroth. ]
If I am there, what will it take for you to turn on them, if they are the enemy?
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But he doesn't know to ask for it.
What Sephiroth shows him truly punches the air from his lungs. It's simple and it's messy and it's anything he has never dared to dream ... to be able to give to Sephiroth. Because, beyond hero, or legend, or SOLDIER, Sephiroth has ever been a person, a man, and people need each other. And Sephiroth, in all the years they have known each other, has not had all that many close to him.
Or any at all, beyond the two of them... and Genesis was too eager to try to replace him, sometimes.
A man who needed you. A man who still does.
Angeal can't bring himself to wrap an arm around Sephiroth as the memory showed him, but he does reach and hold on to Sephiroth's shoulder, in the junction where the shoulder pad attaches to the leather coat, and squeezes slightly. Then drops his arm, looking down at his hands. ]
Did you know... that when Genesis first dropped on me... the first parts of what I learned about him and me... and, I suppose, in a different way you, he also told me that Shinra is the enemy. He wanted me to choose a side, thinking I would choose his.
But I had sworn my loyalty to them. And, more... you were still with them. You are still with them, in my 'now.' [ And Zack, too. Protecting Zack from Genesis was no small part of the reason why he did not, could not, choose his old friend. Not the only part, however. ] To go up against them would mean going up against you.
Genesis asked if I was sure if I could live on that side. Their side. [ His fist clenches, the other hand holding on harder onto the handle of the Buster Sword. They both know that Genesis was not wrong, expressing that doubt.
He looks up, at Sephiroth. ]
If I am there, what will it take for you to turn on them, if they are the enemy?