[It doesn't make sense. None of it does. The planet had been healing. Slowly, yes, but they were looking for ways to stop using the Lifestream. Providing that all-curing medicine to those still infected with Geostigma. They were getting better as a planet. But then, if that was the case, why was he here. His presence brought nothing but calamity.
It didn't matter that he didn't carry the famous blade or wore the usual standard uniform for 1st Class instead of leather - Leather that was always present. Leather that never stained with blood or 'stigma. He always wore leather, that much she remembered. So why..?]
As you shouldn't, if you know what's good for -
[She knew this sensation. Of her world shifting, moving under the influence of Haste, and being taken away from where she wanted to be. Its a dizzying feeling, one that causes her to wobble only slightly, her body frozen in its posture, unwilling to bend for whoever dared move her against her will. Her firearm threatened nobody now but a cave wall.]
W-what... [The voices come at her from different angles. Different genders. One unknown, one known. Eyes snap from the woman, to Vincent just to her side. Her weapon too moves to square at the woman's chest, her attention returning to her.] Friend? You call that monster a friend?! Who the hell are you and why should I let you live if you're protecting that - that...
[Her breathing is quickened, almost gasping, the a major visible sign of her distress. Her panic. Caught in a trap, moved where she could not see the one who had caused so much harm to this world. And to be trapped. Tapped by people she didn't know and were clearly affiliated with the enemy. Trapped by people she knew; people she trusted. ]
If it was understandable, Valentine, then you should have been the first to put an end to him. [She speaks low, just barely audible enough so that he can hear her. She had held a lot of respect for the man. She can't imagine how he had found himself in this situation.] How could you let this happen?
[Its a low blow, and in all honesty one she would not have said if she didn't feel so betrayed. Which is only amplified by the sound of Reno's voice behind her, speaking to Sephiroth. She's outnumbered and she knows it, feeling the trained aim of Vincent's own weapon on her. She moves slowly enough to not pose as a threat, returning the weapon back into its holster, now taking the pose Sephiroth has been in moments before.]
...... [Her lips press into a thin, angry line when she glances over to Reno. She lets her eyes say what she won't. That she's hurt by his actions. That he's betraying her by standing there, with him. For allowing them to hold her now as hostage.] Nothing complicated about it, Reno. A bullet to the brain ought to do it. Or do you really want to go another round? Cause if you asked me, I'd rather pass.
[Its all anger she speaks with, and utterly warranted in her book. But she doesn't miss that pointed look through the haze, the question just beneath it. Its a stupid question, considering she had left Rufus in his and Tseng's care.]
He's better, as you should already know. All signs are gone and we're just working on physical therapy.
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It didn't matter that he didn't carry the famous blade or wore the usual standard uniform for 1st Class instead of leather - Leather that was always present. Leather that never stained with blood or 'stigma. He always wore leather, that much she remembered. So why..?]
As you shouldn't, if you know what's good for -
[She knew this sensation. Of her world shifting, moving under the influence of Haste, and being taken away from where she wanted to be. Its a dizzying feeling, one that causes her to wobble only slightly, her body frozen in its posture, unwilling to bend for whoever dared move her against her will. Her firearm threatened nobody now but a cave wall.]
W-what... [The voices come at her from different angles. Different genders. One unknown, one known. Eyes snap from the woman, to Vincent just to her side. Her weapon too moves to square at the woman's chest, her attention returning to her.] Friend? You call that monster a friend?! Who the hell are you and why should I let you live if you're protecting that - that...
[Her breathing is quickened, almost gasping, the a major visible sign of her distress. Her panic. Caught in a trap, moved where she could not see the one who had caused so much harm to this world. And to be trapped. Tapped by people she didn't know and were clearly affiliated with the enemy. Trapped by people she knew; people she trusted. ]
If it was understandable, Valentine, then you should have been the first to put an end to him. [She speaks low, just barely audible enough so that he can hear her. She had held a lot of respect for the man. She can't imagine how he had found himself in this situation.] How could you let this happen?
[Its a low blow, and in all honesty one she would not have said if she didn't feel so betrayed. Which is only amplified by the sound of Reno's voice behind her, speaking to Sephiroth. She's outnumbered and she knows it, feeling the trained aim of Vincent's own weapon on her. She moves slowly enough to not pose as a threat, returning the weapon back into its holster, now taking the pose Sephiroth has been in moments before.]
...... [Her lips press into a thin, angry line when she glances over to Reno. She lets her eyes say what she won't. That she's hurt by his actions. That he's betraying her by standing there, with him. For allowing them to hold her now as hostage.] Nothing complicated about it, Reno. A bullet to the brain ought to do it. Or do you really want to go another round? Cause if you asked me, I'd rather pass.
[Its all anger she speaks with, and utterly warranted in her book. But she doesn't miss that pointed look through the haze, the question just beneath it. Its a stupid question, considering she had left Rufus in his and Tseng's care.]
He's better, as you should already know. All signs are gone and we're just working on physical therapy.