"Oh we always were the most excellent at Duty." The Shadow hotly remarked back at Ales' comment. "Always been the best at being the perfect SOLDIER. Telling ourselves we're doing the right thing, and reaping that euphoric notion that there was a purpose. To the point where all we could be was bitter over the fact that it didn't transfer like that when we arrived here."
The Shadow stopped then to stretch it's grin even wider; it was taking great pleasure in seeing just how deep the real Sephiroth's scowl could go. Purple eyes shined with all of the things that it could say next, like a balloon so full of air that even the most slight prickly contact would burst it wide open.
Sephiroth glanced to Ales and then K'pandolu, lingering on the miqo'te for a beat longer than he'd first intended. A tiny twitch to one side of his mouth betrayed that even though she hadn't hit it on the head, that was indeed one of the larger concerns he had about himself. However, that was an issue Sephiroth himself was already attempting to deal with personally, and so didn't manifest so much in the Calamity-self before them.
It was an incredibly swift movement with which the Shadow moved next, closing the distance with the launch of an athlete into a sprint and literally smashing into Sephiroth, face first. Almost as if it were a heavy drop of rain colliding with a larger body of water, shadowy remnants splashed out from his body, drifting like fine feathers to the floor but otherwise the Shadow was gone.
"-no." It was something of a clenched whisper uttered as the original Sephiroth fixed his gaze on the console in which his crystal was placed as a part of this procedure. He knew well enough the heavy, yet at the same time thrilling, sensation that he was feeling beneath his skin was the Shadow fighting to overcome his will but at the same time he also understood that it was too late to abort the procedure. Spencer, stood not too far out of sight of that console, backed up towards the back edge of it...the small mog had a good idea of what might be coming next.
The Shadow reacted immediately to that thought, and whatever it did inside Sephiroth, it shattered something deeper than just will as the tall man went crashing to one knee, a hand clenching at a spot at the center of his body as if it were isolated to just one part. He tilted his head forwards and crunched his eyes shut, not wanting to let the Shadow see as it worked its way all over the stubborn rejection.
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The Shadow stopped then to stretch it's grin even wider; it was taking great pleasure in seeing just how deep the real Sephiroth's scowl could go. Purple eyes shined with all of the things that it could say next, like a balloon so full of air that even the most slight prickly contact would burst it wide open.
Sephiroth glanced to Ales and then K'pandolu, lingering on the miqo'te for a beat longer than he'd first intended. A tiny twitch to one side of his mouth betrayed that even though she hadn't hit it on the head, that was indeed one of the larger concerns he had about himself. However, that was an issue Sephiroth himself was already attempting to deal with personally, and so didn't manifest so much in the Calamity-self before them.
It was an incredibly swift movement with which the Shadow moved next, closing the distance with the launch of an athlete into a sprint and literally smashing into Sephiroth, face first. Almost as if it were a heavy drop of rain colliding with a larger body of water, shadowy remnants splashed out from his body, drifting like fine feathers to the floor but otherwise the Shadow was gone.
"-no." It was something of a clenched whisper uttered as the original Sephiroth fixed his gaze on the console in which his crystal was placed as a part of this procedure. He knew well enough the heavy, yet at the same time thrilling, sensation that he was feeling beneath his skin was the Shadow fighting to overcome his will but at the same time he also understood that it was too late to abort the procedure. Spencer, stood not too far out of sight of that console, backed up towards the back edge of it...the small mog had a good idea of what might be coming next.
The Shadow reacted immediately to that thought, and whatever it did inside Sephiroth, it shattered something deeper than just will as the tall man went crashing to one knee, a hand clenching at a spot at the center of his body as if it were isolated to just one part. He tilted his head forwards and crunched his eyes shut, not wanting to let the Shadow see as it worked its way all over the stubborn rejection.