And yet as far as I can see you lack fangs, or claws, or a second head and so on. You remain reasonably intact.
[That's an interesting way to put it, but Diarmuid may not yet know what fate awaits them. He raises his right hand, palm up, and flexes his fingers slightly, unsheathing dark, sharp looking claws through the holes in the tips of his gloves.]
I am not. I have less to lose.
[For all that it's said as calmly as one might hope, it's a fact that displeases him terribly. And already they're drawing attention, by the sound of things shifting above and in front of them. Sephiroth seems to ignore it, but it's certain he's not actually doing so. Bait that startles too early is terrible bait indeed.]
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[That's an interesting way to put it, but Diarmuid may not yet know what fate awaits them. He raises his right hand, palm up, and flexes his fingers slightly, unsheathing dark, sharp looking claws through the holes in the tips of his gloves.]
I am not. I have less to lose.
[For all that it's said as calmly as one might hope, it's a fact that displeases him terribly. And already they're drawing attention, by the sound of things shifting above and in front of them. Sephiroth seems to ignore it, but it's certain he's not actually doing so. Bait that startles too early is terrible bait indeed.]