[Sephiroth's body goes rigid instantaneously, the moment Angeal's voice reaches him. The lines in his back and arms run so taut that they look like cords ready to snap, and when Sephiroth turns his head, there's a mixture of emotions. Inevitably, his face settles into something almost feral. Furious. And the way he slowly rises back to his full height-- it's not unlike an attack dog calibrating itself to strike.]
Begone. I have not the patience for your games today.
[His voice is soft, but it carries the force of a blade aimed to kill. Above all else, it sounds... wounded.
Because of course Sephiroth would believe this is Jenova - toying with an freshly opened wound - before he could ever allow himself to believe that Angeal is really here. He won't allow himself to feel that crushing disappointment again-- he cannot... lest he fall under Jenova's oppressive sway once more.]
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Begone. I have not the patience for your games today.
[His voice is soft, but it carries the force of a blade aimed to kill. Above all else, it sounds... wounded.
Because of course Sephiroth would believe this is Jenova - toying with an freshly opened wound - before he could ever allow himself to believe that Angeal is really here. He won't allow himself to feel that crushing disappointment again-- he cannot... lest he fall under Jenova's oppressive sway once more.]