[It's more than Sephiroth could ever say for himself. He crumbled easily into Jenova's waiting arms, yearning not just for rage and destruction, but for a family. Glenn and the other P0 SOLDIERs, then Angeal and Genesis-- they were the closest he'd ever had, and they'd all been taken from him. And then... after a lifetime of searching for answers about his mother, it seemed like he'd finally found her. For better or worse.
--His time mingling with all of these memories eventually did give him the real truth, and it occurs to him now that he has a chance to divulge it to Angeal... who - when he deems it necessary - can then divulge it to his Sephiroth.
What will happen to you? Angeal asks, momentarily derailing that train of thought, and Sephiroth can't help the half-scoff, half-laugh that presses past his lips. He still doesn't let his eyes drift back down, to make eye contact with Angeal. His gaze continues to idly trace the memories above; they're nothing of note, just something to keep himself distracted from the pitiful ache in his chest.]
Does it matter?
['I am not your Sephiroth,' is what he nearly says, as if he doesn't know Angeal intimately enough that such a thing would ever stop him from caring. What's more, any answer he could give will probably be one Angeal won't like. The Lifestream continues to reject him, and so he will continue to exist in isolation.]
You have a second chance. Don't squander it.
[His mind wanders back to his mother, and he thinks he sees a glimpse of her somewhere in the memories above. A nigh inaudible breath pushes past his lips-- and he decides simply to say it.]
However... I must ask something else of you. [A beat.] Before he defects, there is a name in the Shinra database he should search for. He will have the clearance to do so.
...Lucrecia Crescent.
[He won't like half of the revelations that come with it, this other Sephiroth, but... he'll know he's human. And... he'll have Angeal.]
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--His time mingling with all of these memories eventually did give him the real truth, and it occurs to him now that he has a chance to divulge it to Angeal... who - when he deems it necessary - can then divulge it to his Sephiroth.
What will happen to you? Angeal asks, momentarily derailing that train of thought, and Sephiroth can't help the half-scoff, half-laugh that presses past his lips. He still doesn't let his eyes drift back down, to make eye contact with Angeal. His gaze continues to idly trace the memories above; they're nothing of note, just something to keep himself distracted from the pitiful ache in his chest.]
Does it matter?
['I am not your Sephiroth,' is what he nearly says, as if he doesn't know Angeal intimately enough that such a thing would ever stop him from caring. What's more, any answer he could give will probably be one Angeal won't like. The Lifestream continues to reject him, and so he will continue to exist in isolation.]
You have a second chance. Don't squander it.
[His mind wanders back to his mother, and he thinks he sees a glimpse of her somewhere in the memories above. A nigh inaudible breath pushes past his lips-- and he decides simply to say it.]
However... I must ask something else of you. [A beat.] Before he defects, there is a name in the Shinra database he should search for. He will have the clearance to do so.
...Lucrecia Crescent.
[He won't like half of the revelations that come with it, this other Sephiroth, but... he'll know he's human. And... he'll have Angeal.]