As further questions were answered, Sephiroth remained near the back of the group and his arms had come to be folded tightly up over his chest. He had forced his gaze away from near enough glaring at the Sage in the wake of the answer to his own question and as yet more questions were dashed aside he found that his distaste with the situation was quickly bubbling into something more sour. More angry.
By the end, he was discreetly biting at the inside bottom of his own lip as if the sensation might help him to temper his own outrage. A strong part of him wanted very much to cast all of this off and the more he pondered about that the harder it was to remain objective. Sephiroth was glad that K'pandolu vocally expressed that she too were -putting it politely- also feeling acutely that the answers given simply weren't good enough, he looked her over momentarily, invisibly dedicating some support to her point of view.
It was probably a good thing that he'd remained near the back, as once it became obvious that the Sage wouldn't say anymore, Sephiroth was the first to turn and promptly head for the door back to the staircase before a soured, all too familiar feeling of betrayal threatened to swell up and burst over his stern self-control.
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As further questions were answered, Sephiroth remained near the back of the group and his arms had come to be folded tightly up over his chest. He had forced his gaze away from near enough glaring at the Sage in the wake of the answer to his own question and as yet more questions were dashed aside he found that his distaste with the situation was quickly bubbling into something more sour. More angry.
By the end, he was discreetly biting at the inside bottom of his own lip as if the sensation might help him to temper his own outrage. A strong part of him wanted very much to cast all of this off and the more he pondered about that the harder it was to remain objective. Sephiroth was glad that K'pandolu vocally expressed that she too were -putting it politely- also feeling acutely that the answers given simply weren't good enough, he looked her over momentarily, invisibly dedicating some support to her point of view.
It was probably a good thing that he'd remained near the back, as once it became obvious that the Sage wouldn't say anymore, Sephiroth was the first to turn and promptly head for the door back to the staircase before a soured, all too familiar feeling of betrayal threatened to swell up and burst over his stern self-control.