"Of course I'm more than some project number!" It snapped strongly back at Cloud, the green fire in Sephiroth's eyes inexhaustible.
The Shadow was still contained within it's ice-y prison but by the cracking that could be heard every now and again it might not be for long. That said, it wasn't long before Sephiroth's face started to look particularly colder; a pale complexion starting to grey out.
"It's about time that I started to demand the type of respect that I deserve. For all the perfection that I strive to achieve, all those missions I go above and beyond. Always performing at my absolute peak of ability, despite however I might feel. I did all of this, on my own-"
The frustrated emphasis laid bare perhaps one of the issues at the core of Sephiroth's Shadow; he craved some higher acknowledgment for his own strengths and achievements, so desperate for the purpose that for the most part still felt hollow. That he had an existence to live for that wasn't part of the machinations of others. The truths about his origins he'd never really dealt with, just buried away and carried on.
It seemed that something of a scab had been picked away, but in the next instant Rukia flash-stepped in behind Sephiroth and his consciousness was jolted sharply, much like the impact from her hand. His silver head lolled forwards as for a good few heartbeats it seemed her attack had completely succeeded. Until the Shadow still seemed to try to bring Sephiroth back around from it, listing his head to one side even though his eyes were closed and forcing a slurred mummer-
"...all betrayed...in the end..."
Still, it didn't seem that the vessel could be brought to fight anymore after Rukia's blow, and if the key to separating the Shadow was Sephiroth being unconscious then it didn't seem all that far off, either.
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The Shadow was still contained within it's ice-y prison but by the cracking that could be heard every now and again it might not be for long. That said, it wasn't long before Sephiroth's face started to look particularly colder; a pale complexion starting to grey out.
"It's about time that I started to demand the type of respect that I deserve. For all the perfection that I strive to achieve, all those missions I go above and beyond. Always performing at my absolute peak of ability, despite however I might feel. I did all of this, on my own-"
The frustrated emphasis laid bare perhaps one of the issues at the core of Sephiroth's Shadow; he craved some higher acknowledgment for his own strengths and achievements, so desperate for the purpose that for the most part still felt hollow. That he had an existence to live for that wasn't part of the machinations of others. The truths about his origins he'd never really dealt with, just buried away and carried on.
It seemed that something of a scab had been picked away, but in the next instant Rukia flash-stepped in behind Sephiroth and his consciousness was jolted sharply, much like the impact from her hand. His silver head lolled forwards as for a good few heartbeats it seemed her attack had completely succeeded. Until the Shadow still seemed to try to bring Sephiroth back around from it, listing his head to one side even though his eyes were closed and forcing a slurred mummer-
"...all betrayed...in the end..."
Still, it didn't seem that the vessel could be brought to fight anymore after Rukia's blow, and if the key to separating the Shadow was Sephiroth being unconscious then it didn't seem all that far off, either.