He hadn't replied to the letter yesterday, couldn't quite find the words with which to reply to Ashelia. Spencer had advised him to stay away if he wasn't going to commit, and that's why he was without the moogle now. Less than a month ago and he would have insisted on being part of the clearly important expedition to Aqures Tosf, but now -considering that it would have been the fate of Aqures Ixen if he-
If the Calamity hadn't been stopped? Thousands of years ago, or only last month? To say Sephiroth were still having a crisis of conscience in the aftermath of his brainwashing would be an understatement. He'd already communicated the same to Ashelia as well, and only her, for even having moved into living with Angeal and Zack he still preferred to soldier on alone; being all that he'd ever done.
He arrived at the Airship Port promptly at the allocated time, as usual for anything he might put himself forwards for. He wasn't dressed in his armor and that might be the clue as to his intention to stay behind. It had gotten colder in Aqures Ixen and even he needed to cover up, being as he was back to being weaker once more. A light grey turtleneck sweater poked out from the folds of his leather trenchcoat where he had gone bare chested before. Arms folded as usual as he took stock of those that would be appearing here soon to depart for that destroyed City.
Aqures Ixen Airship Port [Open]
If the Calamity hadn't been stopped? Thousands of years ago, or only last month? To say Sephiroth were still having a crisis of conscience in the aftermath of his brainwashing would be an understatement. He'd already communicated the same to Ashelia as well, and only her, for even having moved into living with Angeal and Zack he still preferred to soldier on alone; being all that he'd ever done.
He arrived at the Airship Port promptly at the allocated time, as usual for anything he might put himself forwards for. He wasn't dressed in his armor and that might be the clue as to his intention to stay behind. It had gotten colder in Aqures Ixen and even he needed to cover up, being as he was back to being weaker once more. A light grey turtleneck sweater poked out from the folds of his leather trenchcoat where he had gone bare chested before. Arms folded as usual as he took stock of those that would be appearing here soon to depart for that destroyed City.