There wasn't an opinion being presented that Sephiroth didn't resonate in some way with. The ridge that had formed between his eyebrows just creased up even more as he eventually dropped his gaze to the fallen tarutaru in the middle of the group. Words like uncomfortable prickly thorns scratching along the surface as he tried to come to a judgment he could call his own. If only they'd just killed her already, there wouldn't be any need for all of this-
-but was that the right thing to do?
He blinked up to consider Saori as she put her justification forwards, found that where empathy had started to wink out of him, her words reinforced that cold, hard reality that he knew to be the truth. The truth that had burned when Biggs' message had scolded them for holding morality before what had to be done. How many more people needed to die?
Aang and then Duster drew a harder look from Sephiroth. He didn't seem quite so troubled by their comments but perhaps too easily it turned his considerations inwards. Somewhere within all of this, his resolve had softened where he had been the very picture of the executioner -he knew- in the eyes of Shinra's enemies before.
Not so far off the monster to all, that he'd later become. Not so very different at all to Palitutu, or Narayana, point of fact. To condemn Palitutu to death would stink of the vengeance he'd come to bear against humanity one day, yet to save her reeked of the weakness of resolve that none of them could afford. Sephiroth couldn't, as a result, have a voice in this.
"Hmph." He shot a quick look to Cloud, specifically, before turning quite abruptly back from the group and in the direction of the portal home.
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-but was that the right thing to do?
He blinked up to consider Saori as she put her justification forwards, found that where empathy had started to wink out of him, her words reinforced that cold, hard reality that he knew to be the truth. The truth that had burned when Biggs' message had scolded them for holding morality before what had to be done. How many more people needed to die?
Aang and then Duster drew a harder look from Sephiroth. He didn't seem quite so troubled by their comments but perhaps too easily it turned his considerations inwards. Somewhere within all of this, his resolve had softened where he had been the very picture of the executioner -he knew- in the eyes of Shinra's enemies before.
Not so far off the monster to all, that he'd later become. Not so very different at all to Palitutu, or Narayana, point of fact. To condemn Palitutu to death would stink of the vengeance he'd come to bear against humanity one day, yet to save her reeked of the weakness of resolve that none of them could afford. Sephiroth couldn't, as a result, have a voice in this.
"Hmph." He shot a quick look to Cloud, specifically, before turning quite abruptly back from the group and in the direction of the portal home.