Oh, Angeal. [A laugh entirely void of mirth. It's not quite mocking. All of this is quite a lot to digest, especially when you were just moments from relinquishing your life under the assumption that it would alleviate some of kind of burden. Angeal is being forced to look upon a reality that extends far beyond anything he ever thought possible. Anyone would be confused, buckling under such staggering weight. It's a credit to Angeal that he's meeting this head-on at all. Still--] Were it only so simple. The workings of Fate are far more elusive.
Every attempt I have made to not only stray from this course, but to allow other versions of myself to do the same, has seen Fate move to guide me back.
Perhaps I will never know peace. ...Perhaps I was only ever meant to know destruction.
[And maybe - at the very core of all of this - that's why Sephiroth keeps trying to save Angeal even when it will change nothing for his own reality. If he could see a world where his hands are capable of something other than bloodshed, a world where the lives entangled with his aren't damned only to suffering, then... maybe that will be enough.
--But this is circling around to a place Sephiroth is unwilling to linger in, even with Angeal.]
Enough. [In an instant, Sephiroth's cold veneer washes back over him; he brushes past Angeal without sparing another glance.] If there is nothing else here you wish to see, let us return.
[Once more, and with the same amount of effortlessness as before, he cuts a swath through the air, reopening the portal back to Modeoheim. He hesitates only long enough for Angeal to make the final decision.]
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Every attempt I have made to not only stray from this course, but to allow other versions of myself to do the same, has seen Fate move to guide me back.
Perhaps I will never know peace. ...Perhaps I was only ever meant to know destruction.
[And maybe - at the very core of all of this - that's why Sephiroth keeps trying to save Angeal even when it will change nothing for his own reality. If he could see a world where his hands are capable of something other than bloodshed, a world where the lives entangled with his aren't damned only to suffering, then... maybe that will be enough.
--But this is circling around to a place Sephiroth is unwilling to linger in, even with Angeal.]
Enough. [In an instant, Sephiroth's cold veneer washes back over him; he brushes past Angeal without sparing another glance.] If there is nothing else here you wish to see, let us return.
[Once more, and with the same amount of effortlessness as before, he cuts a swath through the air, reopening the portal back to Modeoheim. He hesitates only long enough for Angeal to make the final decision.]