Sound and clarity of vision swam as a great portion of Sephiroth's lifeblood had already been spilled around him. He heard voices, yelling what -he's not sure how much he imagined- sounded like his name as more Heroes poured onto the scene to vanquish what were left of the manikins in the wake of the portal being finally closed.
With the majority of his attention first on Ace who had fallen just a few paces away, the drying blood on his face cracked around the edges some as he registered the words in reply. They had done it. The rift was closed. It was all about the mop up now. It didn't matter if they lived or died now as far as he was concerned. A familiar weight, his crystal digging into his tender side from within an inside pocket, promised in some way -should there be any doubt- that death would be only a temporary state. He was certainly no stranger to it.
Cloud, having been the one who'd skidded to his knees at his side, was the one that Sephiroth more clearly heard. Sluggish as could probably be expected, eyes tried to peer up passed the silver locks which had stuck to his face in some places and meet those of his comrade. The one that might one day be his arch-nemesis, yet one of those who had never faltered in standing by him.
"Cloud-" It was with a wet grunt that he tried to answer, but wasn't sure if he actually did say the word as volume in his ears seemed to cut out again. Attention was drawn to the deep fire-y throbbing of his wounds, specifically that area of his abdomen which was pressed into the floor still. There was no doubt that the only thing which still stubbornly clung to consciousness now was the fact that his Combat Mode was still activated.
His ragged breath, half-wheezing, caught in his throat as he saw a monster descend on the rest of the manikins that were left in the room. He'd only heard a little with regard to Vincent's ability to metamorphose, but wasn't able to keep his attention for long before the world jerked sharply to one side.
Blood, and who-knew what else fluids, rose up without hesitation as Cloud hefted him onto a shoulder and spilled out thickly from his mouth. A new raging sensation punched deep into his penetrated guts as the pressure from his own weight was removed. The agony stirred anew flashed thick black spots across his already failing vision.
"G-get out of here-" Words were difficult to articulate and took a great deal of his focus to be wrenched from his severely wounded state.
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With the majority of his attention first on Ace who had fallen just a few paces away, the drying blood on his face cracked around the edges some as he registered the words in reply. They had done it. The rift was closed. It was all about the mop up now. It didn't matter if they lived or died now as far as he was concerned. A familiar weight, his crystal digging into his tender side from within an inside pocket, promised in some way -should there be any doubt- that death would be only a temporary state. He was certainly no stranger to it.
Cloud, having been the one who'd skidded to his knees at his side, was the one that Sephiroth more clearly heard. Sluggish as could probably be expected, eyes tried to peer up passed the silver locks which had stuck to his face in some places and meet those of his comrade. The one that might one day be his arch-nemesis, yet one of those who had never faltered in standing by him.
"Cloud-" It was with a wet grunt that he tried to answer, but wasn't sure if he actually did say the word as volume in his ears seemed to cut out again. Attention was drawn to the deep fire-y throbbing of his wounds, specifically that area of his abdomen which was pressed into the floor still. There was no doubt that the only thing which still stubbornly clung to consciousness now was the fact that his Combat Mode was still activated.
His ragged breath, half-wheezing, caught in his throat as he saw a monster descend on the rest of the manikins that were left in the room. He'd only heard a little with regard to Vincent's ability to metamorphose, but wasn't able to keep his attention for long before the world jerked sharply to one side.
Blood, and who-knew what else fluids, rose up without hesitation as Cloud hefted him onto a shoulder and spilled out thickly from his mouth. A new raging sensation punched deep into his penetrated guts as the pressure from his own weight was removed. The agony stirred anew flashed thick black spots across his already failing vision.
"G-get out of here-" Words were difficult to articulate and took a great deal of his focus to be wrenched from his severely wounded state.
"Just go-"