It seemed that, just as those floodgates had been opened and since Sephiroth were essentially backed up against a wall due to his current condition he could do little else but let pent-up words spew out, the flow of the same was over all too soon. He frowned some at the end of his last statement and then seemed to retreat back into himself more than a fraction again; to attempt to quietly pull those doors back closed.
It took a few more seconds to kind-of re-affirm within himself that Mary had pretty much a right to know those quite personal things that he'd just informed her. He'd crossed her path enough times, she'd been there to attempt to steady his too often. There was plenty to mull over, still, in the silence that led to Sephiroth eventually lifting his eyes back to watching Mary as she continued to speak.
Both points were well worth taking in and if the bright gleam, that was present across his eyes again by the time she looked back, was anything to go by the silver haired warrior was soaking it all up keenly. Like some dried out sponge. For the first time in a great while, for just a few moments, it felt like it was normal to have the concerns that he did. To feel as insecure and uncertain as he did; the sharp edge to those issues were blunted some.
At least until she then backtracked, but Sephiroth had looked back up and it didn't seem right to look away from her again under the weight of further questioning. He'd come this far, it was time to have the balls to share the rest as well. Still, there was always that sharp sliver of doubt not too far into the back of his mind.
"A fair few things run shockingly parallel...apparently. The Life cycle here seems similar, in theory if not practice. WEAPONs created to destroy that which threatens the Planet's existence. The Calamity..."
Ever since it had first come to light that it was driven by the desire to be whole again, the correlation to Jenova's will -in particular what he'd learned from Palitutu's file on him- made it all run too close for comfort.
"...it's not really all that easy to explain but-
"-that's what I really am."
Quickly followed by a shake of his head, Sephiroth then looked down into his lap once more. He's acutely aware of how crazy this might all sound to Mary and he was hardly comfortable with the confession itself but it seemed to be the simplest way to put it. He could wax and wane on about destiny and how future wasn't set in stone, as so many others had encouraged him. That Terra had near enough managed to get him to believe.
It didn't change the foundation upon whatever future might be built.
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It took a few more seconds to kind-of re-affirm within himself that Mary had pretty much a right to know those quite personal things that he'd just informed her. He'd crossed her path enough times, she'd been there to attempt to steady his too often. There was plenty to mull over, still, in the silence that led to Sephiroth eventually lifting his eyes back to watching Mary as she continued to speak.
Both points were well worth taking in and if the bright gleam, that was present across his eyes again by the time she looked back, was anything to go by the silver haired warrior was soaking it all up keenly. Like some dried out sponge. For the first time in a great while, for just a few moments, it felt like it was normal to have the concerns that he did. To feel as insecure and uncertain as he did; the sharp edge to those issues were blunted some.
At least until she then backtracked, but Sephiroth had looked back up and it didn't seem right to look away from her again under the weight of further questioning. He'd come this far, it was time to have the balls to share the rest as well. Still, there was always that sharp sliver of doubt not too far into the back of his mind.
"A fair few things run shockingly parallel...apparently. The Life cycle here seems similar, in theory if not practice. WEAPONs created to destroy that which threatens the Planet's existence. The Calamity..."
Ever since it had first come to light that it was driven by the desire to be whole again, the correlation to Jenova's will -in particular what he'd learned from Palitutu's file on him- made it all run too close for comfort.
"...it's not really all that easy to explain but-
"-that's what I really am."
Quickly followed by a shake of his head, Sephiroth then looked down into his lap once more. He's acutely aware of how crazy this might all sound to Mary and he was hardly comfortable with the confession itself but it seemed to be the simplest way to put it. He could wax and wane on about destiny and how future wasn't set in stone, as so many others had encouraged him. That Terra had near enough managed to get him to believe.
It didn't change the foundation upon whatever future might be built.