[Zelda was one of those people who was a friend without having to be acknowledged as such. There is a bitter, repeated irony in the fact that too often the friendship penny doesn't drop for Sephiroth until it's too late.
It's strange how he seems to have found his way to the same room that Duster has picked, without even a conscious thought in that direction. He's not brought anything much in the way of an offering either, having not known of the intention for a memorial to be set up in such a fashion. But once Sephiroth spies it from the doorway, a tight knot to his core prevents him from just walking on by down the corridor.
She deserves so much more than that. Yet it's quaint and pretty and with that in mind is probably exactly what Zelda herself would have appreciated. Sephiroth tries to roll the resultant tension out of his shoulder -it's still bound up underneath the vest and lighter jacket he wore- and steps into the room.
He doesn't want to invade the personal space that Duster has made for himself, but it makes Sephiroth's eyes shine all the same.]
July 04th, Obseratory
It's strange how he seems to have found his way to the same room that Duster has picked, without even a conscious thought in that direction. He's not brought anything much in the way of an offering either, having not known of the intention for a memorial to be set up in such a fashion. But once Sephiroth spies it from the doorway, a tight knot to his core prevents him from just walking on by down the corridor.
She deserves so much more than that. Yet it's quaint and pretty and with that in mind is probably exactly what Zelda herself would have appreciated. Sephiroth tries to roll the resultant tension out of his shoulder -it's still bound up underneath the vest and lighter jacket he wore- and steps into the room.
He doesn't want to invade the personal space that Duster has made for himself, but it makes Sephiroth's eyes shine all the same.]