In another world that notion would be consequential to Sephiroth at this point in his timeline, that was to say nothing of the irony in the current circumstances that drew forth an involuntary huff from the tall man as Shakyamuni mentioned it; the inevitable price needed to be paid in order to seal the salvation that the Heroes, en-masse, had sought to achieve.
But that discarded noise was softened and died in his throat some as the others began to discuss it around him. In particular, it was Kaji who instantly gained Sephiroth's attention; eyes risen immediately from the Avatar and across to look him over as if really seeing him for the first time. Perhaps it was the bitterness that was perceived in his words, perhaps it was the lead weight that dropped in Sephiroth's chest when Cloud was mentioned -the would-be Hero who had done nothing but step up to the plate in spite of everything hurled at them.
"No, he cannot." It was almost as if Cloud needed defending, so far that the sharp jolt of a statement should probably have been accompanied by the step forwards that he resisted to take.
"..."
Thoughts raced as he looked from Kaji, to Cloud, similarly looking over that familiar comrade as if truly seeing him for the first time. It felt, oddly, as if the weight of the fog he always carried around himself was starting to become lighter; realizations of his purpose, his duty...honor and all those things he'd so often teased Angeal for repeating ad nauseam.
As Minato spoke first, yet more parallels were tied up into the Silver Elite's own existence. That by his timeline he'd have already have been dead 5 years; not saved as any World's last chance. That he'd be the Calamity that Heroes had to fight. That perhaps millions of people would then pay the price for his continued attempts to make things right; indeed Kalki had been almost a mirror in his face, from which he'd turned determined to walk differently. Though he'd not ever found the path that fit to his steps. Sephiroth's tone softened, and he raised his head just enough for a calm smile to be seen through the shorter bangs of his hairstyle.
Perhaps it might balance out some karma; more likely there wasn't anything truly to balance out. Right. It made sense for this to be his part.
"Because...I'll do it." He didn't give a moment before following up. Words finally came out rather than being buried. "It's the least that I owe not only to all of those who would save this World, but all of those who have truly lived, even loved...myself included...and for those who by another timeline I would have destroyed rather than look for another way."
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In another world that notion would be consequential to Sephiroth at this point in his timeline, that was to say nothing of the irony in the current circumstances that drew forth an involuntary huff from the tall man as Shakyamuni mentioned it; the inevitable price needed to be paid in order to seal the salvation that the Heroes, en-masse, had sought to achieve.
But that discarded noise was softened and died in his throat some as the others began to discuss it around him. In particular, it was Kaji who instantly gained Sephiroth's attention; eyes risen immediately from the Avatar and across to look him over as if really seeing him for the first time. Perhaps it was the bitterness that was perceived in his words, perhaps it was the lead weight that dropped in Sephiroth's chest when Cloud was mentioned -the would-be Hero who had done nothing but step up to the plate in spite of everything hurled at them.
"No, he cannot." It was almost as if Cloud needed defending, so far that the sharp jolt of a statement should probably have been accompanied by the step forwards that he resisted to take.
"..."
Thoughts raced as he looked from Kaji, to Cloud, similarly looking over that familiar comrade as if truly seeing him for the first time. It felt, oddly, as if the weight of the fog he always carried around himself was starting to become lighter; realizations of his purpose, his duty...honor and all those things he'd so often teased Angeal for repeating ad nauseam.
As Minato spoke first, yet more parallels were tied up into the Silver Elite's own existence. That by his timeline he'd have already have been dead 5 years; not saved as any World's last chance. That he'd be the Calamity that Heroes had to fight. That perhaps millions of people would then pay the price for his continued attempts to make things right; indeed Kalki had been almost a mirror in his face, from which he'd turned determined to walk differently. Though he'd not ever found the path that fit to his steps. Sephiroth's tone softened, and he raised his head just enough for a calm smile to be seen through the shorter bangs of his hairstyle.
Perhaps it might balance out some karma; more likely there wasn't anything truly to balance out. Right. It made sense for this to be his part.
"Because...I'll do it." He didn't give a moment before following up. Words finally came out rather than being buried. "It's the least that I owe not only to all of those who would save this World, but all of those who have truly lived, even loved...myself included...and for those who by another timeline I would have destroyed rather than look for another way."