On both occasions Ales was allowed to take as long a look back, and up at Sephiroth, as he dared. The strong silent -and clearly recuperating- silver-haired warrior was maintaining an almost serene demeanor as his eyes rested on the form of the crystallized figure of Terra from the doorway. He blinked naturally, keeping up the mental visualization that there had to be maintained something of a disconnect from her now given their now-different states of being. His logical mind trying to convince his bruised heart that it was for the best.
Vincent had been right. In his head, the cracks in his fractured sanity had seemed to yawn, almost, as if to back up the suggestion that he would only make himself more crazy. Sephiroth of the now didn't want that. He wanted to be the hero, not give a nod to the notion that his path only led one way.
"Seems to be the way, more often than not, of late." He closed his eyes, turned his head downwards and finally looked over Ales from his position at a little behind the teensie.
"It'll heal, though." Though it was obvious by a stiffening of one side of his jaw, that the small attempt-shrug of a movement was -at this stage- just a little too much on the painful side.
September 13th [Ales & Vincent]
Vincent had been right. In his head, the cracks in his fractured sanity had seemed to yawn, almost, as if to back up the suggestion that he would only make himself more crazy. Sephiroth of the now didn't want that. He wanted to be the hero, not give a nod to the notion that his path only led one way.
"Seems to be the way, more often than not, of late." He closed his eyes, turned his head downwards and finally looked over Ales from his position at a little behind the teensie.
"It'll heal, though." Though it was obvious by a stiffening of one side of his jaw, that the small attempt-shrug of a movement was -at this stage- just a little too much on the painful side.