[Though a faint smile crosses Sephiroth's expression, it doesn't last. It rarely does, and this one is a touch wry]
If only I had something more positive to offer than nebulous uncertainty at unknown hands.
[It's not a situation he enjoyed, but over the past weeks was .. sort of coming to terms with, much better than the whole 'becoming a monster' thing. It had been worse when he'd first arrived, it would likely be as distressing for any other new arrival.
There's a moment where he's certain something changes, as if a picture had gone out of focus or the image had flickered, but Diarmuid is .. certainly still there, and though it's not mentioned it's mulled quietly.
Nearly ten years now, since he'd seen something similar. As bitter resentment - easily recognized - gives way to an introduction, that brief, faint smile returns. Maybe it had paid off after all, a gamble with open weakness.]
I am Sephiroth. For the time being my allegiance is only to the Convoy and those souls within it, should you join our travels that extends to you as well.
[That name has a sound to it that he'd have guessed to be from the north somewhere, but he suspected it's not of Gaian origin at all. He wouldn't have to introduce himself at all if Diarmuid was from his world. Or any similar one.]
... But your warning of what to expect, I suspect, will be very accurate.
[heaven's feel he doesn't recognize, but empty promises by those who lie as easily as they breathe? They were a daily occurance most of his life. Why change now?]
We are promised paradise to keep us moving while we are corrupted and defiled. It would not surprise me if an arena waited at the end, for us to butcher each other like animals for the amusement of others.
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If only I had something more positive to offer than nebulous uncertainty at unknown hands.
[It's not a situation he enjoyed, but over the past weeks was .. sort of coming to terms with, much better than the whole 'becoming a monster' thing. It had been worse when he'd first arrived, it would likely be as distressing for any other new arrival.
There's a moment where he's certain something changes, as if a picture had gone out of focus or the image had flickered, but Diarmuid is .. certainly still there, and though it's not mentioned it's mulled quietly.
Nearly ten years now, since he'd seen something similar. As bitter resentment - easily recognized - gives way to an introduction, that brief, faint smile returns. Maybe it had paid off after all, a gamble with open weakness.]
I am Sephiroth. For the time being my allegiance is only to the Convoy and those souls within it, should you join our travels that extends to you as well.
[That name has a sound to it that he'd have guessed to be from the north somewhere, but he suspected it's not of Gaian origin at all. He wouldn't have to introduce himself at all if Diarmuid was from his world. Or any similar one.]
... But your warning of what to expect, I suspect, will be very accurate.
[heaven's feel he doesn't recognize, but empty promises by those who lie as easily as they breathe? They were a daily occurance most of his life. Why change now?]
We are promised paradise to keep us moving while we are corrupted and defiled. It would not surprise me if an arena waited at the end, for us to butcher each other like animals for the amusement of others.