[Even after all this time, with so many of his memories muddied and half-there, Sephiroth hasn't forgotten the way Angeal looks when he's been wounded. Even when he maintains nearly perfect composure, there's a switch that goes off in his eyes. Pain turned inwards-- a knife he uses to drive into his own heart. Sephiroth's words have soundly hit their mark, but...
He doesn't know if it satisfies him or if it simply makes him angrier that Angeal accepts his snarling words without so much as a fight. And then he's sliding his hands along the small of his back and--
There's another flare of something. Sephiroth doesn't know anymore, but-- the audacity to still move his hands so sweetly against his back after Sephiroth has viciously aimed to tear at Angeal's heart. Somewhere underneath the flames, his chest aches again. Angeal choosing kindness in the face of Sephiroth choosing to inflict pain-- it feels like a blade cutting soundly into his ribcage, and there's a breath of a moment where Sephiroth starts to falter, to rethink.
His grip on Angeal's jaw loosens suddenly.]
"Got it"? [A scoff...] Is that the best you can do?
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He doesn't know if it satisfies him or if it simply makes him angrier that Angeal accepts his snarling words without so much as a fight. And then he's sliding his hands along the small of his back and--
There's another flare of something. Sephiroth doesn't know anymore, but-- the audacity to still move his hands so sweetly against his back after Sephiroth has viciously aimed to tear at Angeal's heart. Somewhere underneath the flames, his chest aches again. Angeal choosing kindness in the face of Sephiroth choosing to inflict pain-- it feels like a blade cutting soundly into his ribcage, and there's a breath of a moment where Sephiroth starts to falter, to rethink.
His grip on Angeal's jaw loosens suddenly.]
"Got it"? [A scoff...] Is that the best you can do?