Not that he was looking all that comfortable anyway, stiff as half of his back was still feeling where it was tightly padded, but as Vincent moved his chair to be able to sit closer to the edge of the bed on which he lay, a knot inside Sephiroth's gut twisted ever larger. He didn't want to be here, he didn't want to face these circumstances now.
He made himself swallow, made a point of looking to the table side where a jug of water with plastic cups was laid out, considered trying to make himself sit up to get a drink before Vincent's following question froze him, not so unlike a scared animal in headlights.
The concept of death, in particular his own death, had never strayed far from his thoughts ever since that detail of the Sage's alternate-future had been presented to him. He'd wanted to hold onto Terra so tightly, somehow guarantee with all of his soul that he'd never put himself into danger like that, if only for all the pain she'd then be plunged into. He'd never promised though, as what were promises really worth here?
Though it wasn't her fault at all, the promise of the future they could have was now tattered. He'd been so naive to think that finally fate had started to swing in his direction.
"Maybe...I should be dead already." He didn't have a response to the empathy Vincent tried to show, so best only to respond to that which he did have an answer.
September 13th [Closed: Vincent]
He made himself swallow, made a point of looking to the table side where a jug of water with plastic cups was laid out, considered trying to make himself sit up to get a drink before Vincent's following question froze him, not so unlike a scared animal in headlights.
The concept of death, in particular his own death, had never strayed far from his thoughts ever since that detail of the Sage's alternate-future had been presented to him. He'd wanted to hold onto Terra so tightly, somehow guarantee with all of his soul that he'd never put himself into danger like that, if only for all the pain she'd then be plunged into. He'd never promised though, as what were promises really worth here?
Though it wasn't her fault at all, the promise of the future they could have was now tattered. He'd been so naive to think that finally fate had started to swing in his direction.
"Maybe...I should be dead already." He didn't have a response to the empathy Vincent tried to show, so best only to respond to that which he did have an answer.