Sitting on the floor meant that Sephiroth couldn't so easily watch Ramza, but he ached a little too much to lean forwards and do so - he'd just have to get by peering downcast with his eyes instead of moving too much and continue to curse internally at his own current wretched condition.
Being made of such high-quality steel, Masamune did clean easily but where it had been left untended for a while a few smudges and dried on flakes might take a little more rubbing to shift. The cleaning oils of Aqures Ixen were hardly the same caliber as those that were provided to him within ShinRa. The blade was still razor sharp however, sharp enough to slice the cloth without very much pressure at all, not to mention fingers.
"We don't have an Excalibur, where I come from, at least." He replied. Even if Ramza hadn't asked, talking about swords was one of the few topics of conversations that Sephiroth naturally could slip into.
"Silver Prince, hm." He flicked his head briefly to dismiss where his bangs had started to creep forwards on either side of his face. He couldn't help to feel amused by such a notion; he was hardly a Marquis at all even if he were unique in other ways.
"It sounds as if your world isn't so different from this one." Also musing, trying not to stare so much as Ramza handled the one possession he took as much care of as he would usually give to himself.
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Being made of such high-quality steel, Masamune did clean easily but where it had been left untended for a while a few smudges and dried on flakes might take a little more rubbing to shift. The cleaning oils of Aqures Ixen were hardly the same caliber as those that were provided to him within ShinRa. The blade was still razor sharp however, sharp enough to slice the cloth without very much pressure at all, not to mention fingers.
"We don't have an Excalibur, where I come from, at least." He replied. Even if Ramza hadn't asked, talking about swords was one of the few topics of conversations that Sephiroth naturally could slip into.
"Silver Prince, hm." He flicked his head briefly to dismiss where his bangs had started to creep forwards on either side of his face. He couldn't help to feel amused by such a notion; he was hardly a Marquis at all even if he were unique in other ways.
"It sounds as if your world isn't so different from this one." Also musing, trying not to stare so much as Ramza handled the one possession he took as much care of as he would usually give to himself.