Sephiroth forced himself to blink a few times, still carefully keeping his eyes averted from meeting with Vincent's; no small task on it's own given the proximity the other man had put himself in.
Like some bona fide spear of truth, that first line spoken lanced sharply through walls that really hadn't yet had a chance to re-find their foundation just yet and Sephiroth hissed in a breath. Grimaced and turned his head away in an attempt to forestall the quivering it brought to his jaw, anything to delay the sinking pit of a feeling that a moment later would threaten to rise up and still bring tears even though he was already sore of them. He couldn't cry in this company; whatever was left of his pride wasn't sure it could take it.
He wanted Vincent to just...stop. To stop talking to him in this way, that aged voice of experience behind it, adding a sense of self-naivety and depreciation to the jumble of a negative mess Sephiroth had already taken to thinking himself in terms of. It was made worse by the fact that he used to know himself so well, forever wore his confidence where others could see it and now...
Well, they all needed a real hero. Not one that had been built up on the equivalent of smoke and mirrors.
Once more an attempt to swallow all of that back and Sephiroth leaned his body more onto his good side and managed to get himself -with a different hiss of a noise, that time- into a seated position. Slowly blowing out that breath as his damaged shoulder argued loudly at the change. The pain was almost welcome, something familiar and practiced in how to deal with, unlike those things which Vincent spoke of.
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Like some bona fide spear of truth, that first line spoken lanced sharply through walls that really hadn't yet had a chance to re-find their foundation just yet and Sephiroth hissed in a breath. Grimaced and turned his head away in an attempt to forestall the quivering it brought to his jaw, anything to delay the sinking pit of a feeling that a moment later would threaten to rise up and still bring tears even though he was already sore of them. He couldn't cry in this company; whatever was left of his pride wasn't sure it could take it.
He wanted Vincent to just...stop. To stop talking to him in this way, that aged voice of experience behind it, adding a sense of self-naivety and depreciation to the jumble of a negative mess Sephiroth had already taken to thinking himself in terms of. It was made worse by the fact that he used to know himself so well, forever wore his confidence where others could see it and now...
Well, they all needed a real hero. Not one that had been built up on the equivalent of smoke and mirrors.
Once more an attempt to swallow all of that back and Sephiroth leaned his body more onto his good side and managed to get himself -with a different hiss of a noise, that time- into a seated position. Slowly blowing out that breath as his damaged shoulder argued loudly at the change. The pain was almost welcome, something familiar and practiced in how to deal with, unlike those things which Vincent spoke of.
"-she doesn't deserve this."