[Between those that have helped deliver Sephiroth to the safe house of the Observatory; bringing him here will help to keep the whole incident tonight as low-profile as possible. Sure there might have been many citizens in the Saloon, and other Heroes of Light besides, but the collateral damage not only to Sephiroth's reputation -but his career as well- could be mitigated here better than even if they had managed to get him home.
All they would have needed was for the wrong person to have been out at that time of night.]
I- don't- [Know? Of course he knows and as Sephiroth's panic attack receded back into the crag of his battered mental state and soberness began to return it was as if someone had turned the contrast up on the issues bared tonight-
Sephiroth looks away from Zelda sharply, feeling a guilty twist to his stomach as he sees clearly the concern in her expression. It might have been one of his only arguments for not being brought here; he's not sure if he could take the way she always puts herself out for him - for anyone, truth be told.]
-I thought I knew. Now I'm not sure I want to know.
[Sephiroth speaks to the floor, as he passes one hand over the other; as if he might be able to hide the damage he'd done to his own fist by swinging for a wall earlier on.]
4) [Arriving at the Observatory] - Perfect! Also, open to anyone in company
All they would have needed was for the wrong person to have been out at that time of night.]
I- don't- [Know? Of course he knows and as Sephiroth's panic attack receded back into the crag of his battered mental state and soberness began to return it was as if someone had turned the contrast up on the issues bared tonight-
Sephiroth looks away from Zelda sharply, feeling a guilty twist to his stomach as he sees clearly the concern in her expression. It might have been one of his only arguments for not being brought here; he's not sure if he could take the way she always puts herself out for him - for anyone, truth be told.]
-I thought I knew. Now I'm not sure I want to know.
[Sephiroth speaks to the floor, as he passes one hand over the other; as if he might be able to hide the damage he'd done to his own fist by swinging for a wall earlier on.]