[ He might not be this Sephiroth's Angeal, but he is Angeal. And, once he has had reason to stop thinking of himself as the obstacle that needs to be removed for things to improve, he has plenty of energy to pour into others. And Sephiroth is right there.
The answer is somehow... worse than he thought, though he did not know what to expect. His mouth firms into a thin line, but he doesn't flinch, or turn away.
Although, after a moment, he frowns. ]
Even if it may be... it's not a sound long-term solution. If solitude and despair and rage are what caused you to succumb and wreak destruction, leaving you alone and hopelessness to your unsated rage... will that not lead to the same disaster?
[ He is not trying to give hope. But he is certainly puzzled. It is possible that nothing else can be done, but leaving Sephiroth like that? With his powers to traverse realities at the very least still intact? ]
Perhaps there will be something else, eventually.
[ Something more, perhaps. Who is he to know? Sciense sometimes moves too fast for him, though he grasps principles; the way of the Star?
But he knows enough tactics and strategy to know that's just a ticking bomb. And that's even less what he wants, for his friend. (For the man he loves. The thought floats in his mind, and, for once, he doesn't push it back down. If he can do this... if he can spare his Sephiroth this fate. Perhaps he will be deserving of trying to claim it.) ]
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The answer is somehow... worse than he thought, though he did not know what to expect. His mouth firms into a thin line, but he doesn't flinch, or turn away.
Although, after a moment, he frowns. ]
Even if it may be... it's not a sound long-term solution. If solitude and despair and rage are what caused you to succumb and wreak destruction, leaving you alone and hopelessness to your unsated rage... will that not lead to the same disaster?
[ He is not trying to give hope. But he is certainly puzzled. It is possible that nothing else can be done, but leaving Sephiroth like that? With his powers to traverse realities at the very least still intact? ]
Perhaps there will be something else, eventually.
[ Something more, perhaps. Who is he to know? Sciense sometimes moves too fast for him, though he grasps principles; the way of the Star?
But he knows enough tactics and strategy to know that's just a ticking bomb. And that's even less what he wants, for his friend. (For the man he loves. The thought floats in his mind, and, for once, he doesn't push it back down. If he can do this... if he can spare his Sephiroth this fate. Perhaps he will be deserving of trying to claim it.) ]