[It's ever so carefully measured, the way Sephiroth watches Angeal. Studies him. Analyzes the way he twirls his hair between his fingers, the way he almost smiles, the unafraid way he stands with his back straight and eyes unwavering.
It seems like his mind is made up, and those words have certainly struck a nerve. ...A different one, this time. Instead of anger, he's met with a new kind of overwhelming emotion that he's not sure how to quantify. He doesn't particularly want to, because it doesn't change the fact that he doesn't like any of this.
Angeal was an honorable man, a compassionate man. Still is, after all this time. And Sephiroth just can't fathom how he can want to spend whatever time they have with a murderer. No-- not even that. He's always been a monster in its truest form. If there's one thing meddling with timelines has taught him, it's that his hands will always be bound for blood and destruction. Not kindness. Not normalcy. Not love… He turns his head away, letting a cascade of silver hair obscure his face.]
...Idiot. You only chain yourself to misery here.
[But the fury has mostly bled out of his voice, out of the sharp lines in his back and shoulders. He seems less interested in clawing Angeal's heart in two. If anything, he… seems to be looking elsewhere. Somewhere far away, lost.
Hate breeds hate. It's a cycle that can't be broken. …But it can. Right, Glenn? All it takes is a little compassion.
Ever so faintly, Sephiroth lets go of a shuddered breath at the memory, unbidden, washing over him like a tidal wave. Angeal… He knows that all too well, doesn't he? Standing here, choosing to hold Sephiroth's shattered heart even when it insists only on cutting him. His fingers slowly curl into tight fists at his sides, leather creaking. He starts to turn towards the portal again, but he pauses halfway through– like he can't decide if he wishes to leave or stay.]
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It seems like his mind is made up, and those words have certainly struck a nerve. ...A different one, this time. Instead of anger, he's met with a new kind of overwhelming emotion that he's not sure how to quantify. He doesn't particularly want to, because it doesn't change the fact that he doesn't like any of this.
Angeal was an honorable man, a compassionate man. Still is, after all this time. And Sephiroth just can't fathom how he can want to spend whatever time they have with a murderer. No-- not even that. He's always been a monster in its truest form. If there's one thing meddling with timelines has taught him, it's that his hands will always be bound for blood and destruction. Not kindness. Not normalcy. Not love… He turns his head away, letting a cascade of silver hair obscure his face.]
...Idiot. You only chain yourself to misery here.
[But the fury has mostly bled out of his voice, out of the sharp lines in his back and shoulders. He seems less interested in clawing Angeal's heart in two. If anything, he… seems to be looking elsewhere. Somewhere far away, lost.
Hate breeds hate. It's a cycle that can't be broken. …But it can. Right, Glenn? All it takes is a little compassion.
Ever so faintly, Sephiroth lets go of a shuddered breath at the memory, unbidden, washing over him like a tidal wave. Angeal… He knows that all too well, doesn't he? Standing here, choosing to hold Sephiroth's shattered heart even when it insists only on cutting him. His fingers slowly curl into tight fists at his sides, leather creaking. He starts to turn towards the portal again, but he pauses halfway through– like he can't decide if he wishes to leave or stay.]
--But do as you will.