From being well on his way already to the stairwell, by that time nearly at the first steps, Sephiroth completely missed what had transpired with Ramza in the meantime...at least until that final spell was cast.
The immediate shaking to the platform earned a sharp stop to Sephiroth's progress up further than two steps and he turned to look back. A private breath hitched, eyes widening, as he saw that the edges of the platform were crumbling away; people were going to have to get out...surely they wouldn't think to stay now-
But from already on the stairs -he lurched and almost lost his step while looking due to the trembling of what might well be the entire world- one thing was clear. He might well be able to get back there, with a Dash from his custom job still, to attack or to get others clear of danger...
...it wouldn't help anyone, at all, should it all be brought to an abrupt end here. All those worlds that had been before, all those countless souls...all those that were at risk for the future....
As he turned back to continue up the stairs, effectively turning his back again on the platform entirely, a small pale fluff of a moogle near enough collided with his middle not two steps later. But it was all that Sephiroth could do but to clutch Spencer against him as close as possible and continue to make a hasty, yet staggered retreat up the stairwell. The moogles might think that it might be best with their Heroes down there, but things were literally falling apart all over.
Spencer had dutifully uttered that the Enterprise was waiting; if only he could weather the intense earthquake which had been triggered. Somewhere along the way, another small moogle had hitched a ride somewhere about mid-way down Sephiroth's hair as he determinedly carried on. At least he'd sheathed his sword, in the meantime.
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The immediate shaking to the platform earned a sharp stop to Sephiroth's progress up further than two steps and he turned to look back. A private breath hitched, eyes widening, as he saw that the edges of the platform were crumbling away; people were going to have to get out...surely they wouldn't think to stay now-
But from already on the stairs -he lurched and almost lost his step while looking due to the trembling of what might well be the entire world- one thing was clear. He might well be able to get back there, with a Dash from his custom job still, to attack or to get others clear of danger...
...it wouldn't help anyone, at all, should it all be brought to an abrupt end here. All those worlds that had been before, all those countless souls...all those that were at risk for the future....
As he turned back to continue up the stairs, effectively turning his back again on the platform entirely, a small pale fluff of a moogle near enough collided with his middle not two steps later. But it was all that Sephiroth could do but to clutch Spencer against him as close as possible and continue to make a hasty, yet staggered retreat up the stairwell. The moogles might think that it might be best with their Heroes down there, but things were literally falling apart all over.
Spencer had dutifully uttered that the Enterprise was waiting; if only he could weather the intense earthquake which had been triggered. Somewhere along the way, another small moogle had hitched a ride somewhere about mid-way down Sephiroth's hair as he determinedly carried on. At least he'd sheathed his sword, in the meantime.