As Cloud had fought on to at least get them a distance away from the continued fighting, Sephiroth's world had started to close in around him as all of his weight was ended up rested over the majority of the smaller mans shoulder and back; having lost feeling in his legs already they were so much dead weight. Consciousness hung on by a thread, equilibrium jerked to one side or the other as Cloud took steps, almost as if it were rocking him to sleep.
All the while his pulse sounded thickly in his ears, hammered unforgiving against the inside of his chest and against Cloud's back. Along with the moist, grunting sounds of struggled breaths which continued to hold the would-be SOLDIER's hopes high in that Sephiroth's condition could be salvageable.
The world moved again, dangerous in it's heavy slow spinning as Cloud made to put him down and lay him out on his back. There wasn't any resistance. One hand, leather slick with blood, dropped lifelessly away from the fatal pair of wounds at his abdomen; revealing to the air where they'd slipped between the belted parts of his SOLDIER regalia.
Consciousness was yanked back, momentarily, once Cloud started applying pressure to the area which, though it still wept, now had very little blood left to be spilled. The edges of Sephiroth's face and the sides of his nose were starting to look drawn in, his eyes sunken as dimly lit green dots of color peered down through barely-opened eyes. As breathing started to slow, lips tried to move, but shuddered before he might be able to conjure anymore speech; he knew, vaguely, that Cloud had shouted, that the movements of his mouth had to have been words but he couldn't hear anymore.
Just passed Cloud, he could see Terra standing there and as if she commanded it, all other vision tunneled around her. Everything else became a dim blur of not-even shapes. At least she was safe. They'd all be safe now, again. A tiny twitch of movement to one corner of his mouth was all that he could do to attempt to smile.
He'd be back before long-
Then Sephiroth simply didn't see anymore.
A single pulse movement of an item within the inside pocket of his leather coat accompanied the sharp prick-feeling that some Heroes might feel as his body gave out.
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All the while his pulse sounded thickly in his ears, hammered unforgiving against the inside of his chest and against Cloud's back. Along with the moist, grunting sounds of struggled breaths which continued to hold the would-be SOLDIER's hopes high in that Sephiroth's condition could be salvageable.
The world moved again, dangerous in it's heavy slow spinning as Cloud made to put him down and lay him out on his back. There wasn't any resistance. One hand, leather slick with blood, dropped lifelessly away from the fatal pair of wounds at his abdomen; revealing to the air where they'd slipped between the belted parts of his SOLDIER regalia.
Consciousness was yanked back, momentarily, once Cloud started applying pressure to the area which, though it still wept, now had very little blood left to be spilled. The edges of Sephiroth's face and the sides of his nose were starting to look drawn in, his eyes sunken as dimly lit green dots of color peered down through barely-opened eyes. As breathing started to slow, lips tried to move, but shuddered before he might be able to conjure anymore speech; he knew, vaguely, that Cloud had shouted, that the movements of his mouth had to have been words but he couldn't hear anymore.
Just passed Cloud, he could see Terra standing there and as if she commanded it, all other vision tunneled around her. Everything else became a dim blur of not-even shapes. At least she was safe. They'd all be safe now, again. A tiny twitch of movement to one corner of his mouth was all that he could do to attempt to smile.
He'd be back before long-
Then Sephiroth simply didn't see anymore.
A single pulse movement of an item within the inside pocket of his leather coat accompanied the sharp prick-feeling that some Heroes might feel as his body gave out.