[Maybe it's a tiny mercy that Twilight's stacking it into the ground ahead of him provides enough of a distraction that keeps Sephiroth's attention from the rest of this chamber as he follows the others into it. His hand forever only inches away from the handle of his sword where it protrudes down and sideways on his left, latched safely in the reverse/slanted harness he's always had since coming to Crystallis; but can be drawn at less than a seconds notice.
He takes a wider berth around the pony and Mikleo before finally turning his attention to-
The rusted and crystallized Buster Sword in the near-enough middle of the room meets him like a wall to the face. Like Cloud, Sephiroth near enough jump-stops in his tracks; only managing to catch the startle just on the cusp of when it might have become obvious even to a casual onlooker. It's been over a year but, perhaps testament to the monument it is, all too quickly he recalls that moment he'd been nothing but a piggy-back to...along with that uncomfortable twist to his nerves. For an instant there, he forgets how to breathe and sought out Cloud's eye contact immediately afterwards-
Silently trying to communicate, but exactly for what escapes him. Cloud knew. Others have seen the stained glass window representing this scene as well. Sephiroth doesn't recall ever clearing it with anyone, the fact he'd been nothing but a ride-along-pest of a voice in the back of his doppelgangers mind.]
...
[Just as suddenly as he looks for Cloud, Sephiroth finally takes a breath and pulls on a more casual-seeming facade but inside priorities are quickly changing-]
Cloud is right. This is nothing but a dying memory.
[Ales seems to have found another weapon protruding out of the wall though; it couldn't be, right? It seems the silver haired warrior is rooted to the spot, torn between a growing knot of dread and that all too curious need-to-know. He's trying not to stare at that weapon though...]
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He takes a wider berth around the pony and Mikleo before finally turning his attention to-
The rusted and crystallized Buster Sword in the near-enough middle of the room meets him like a wall to the face. Like Cloud, Sephiroth near enough jump-stops in his tracks; only managing to catch the startle just on the cusp of when it might have become obvious even to a casual onlooker. It's been over a year but, perhaps testament to the monument it is, all too quickly he recalls that moment he'd been nothing but a piggy-back to...along with that uncomfortable twist to his nerves. For an instant there, he forgets how to breathe and sought out Cloud's eye contact immediately afterwards-
Silently trying to communicate, but exactly for what escapes him. Cloud knew. Others have seen the stained glass window representing this scene as well. Sephiroth doesn't recall ever clearing it with anyone, the fact he'd been nothing but a ride-along-pest of a voice in the back of his doppelgangers mind.]
...
[Just as suddenly as he looks for Cloud, Sephiroth finally takes a breath and pulls on a more casual-seeming facade but inside priorities are quickly changing-]
Cloud is right. This is nothing but a dying memory.
[Ales seems to have found another weapon protruding out of the wall though; it couldn't be, right? It seems the silver haired warrior is rooted to the spot, torn between a growing knot of dread and that all too curious need-to-know. He's trying not to stare at that weapon though...]