Mean anything. Did it? Or was it simply a matter of fact that it was too little too late as far as their strained friendships were concerned. Sephiroth's patience over the whole affair had been paramount to his getting to the bottom of it, of getting himself into an informed position where he was confident talking to Genesis could bring it all around.
It hadn't worked out like that. It had just been another betrayal. Whats worse, Sephiroth should have seen it coming. Genesis was as stubborn as he was, if not more so, in his belief that what he was doing -even to the point of casting them as roles in that ridiculous play- was nothing less than completely relevant. And now here they were in Sephiroth's dream, watching a play. Typical. He lowered eyes away from the stage and focused his gaze into the back of someone else's head; forcing himself to detach any relevance from the clear irony.
Truth was there was very little that had meant so much to Sephiroth. And he near hated himself for being drawn into caring so much. How could he have been so careless?
"Which roles do you think he'd cast us, here?" It was as flatly spoken yet not as abrupt as his first comment. The dream had presented the irony, he could do little more than play into it now. Just imagine, for a few moments that it were all real and Genesis' casting might bear any relevance at all.
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Mean anything. Did it? Or was it simply a matter of fact that it was too little too late as far as their strained friendships were concerned. Sephiroth's patience over the whole affair had been paramount to his getting to the bottom of it, of getting himself into an informed position where he was confident talking to Genesis could bring it all around.
It hadn't worked out like that. It had just been another betrayal. Whats worse, Sephiroth should have seen it coming. Genesis was as stubborn as he was, if not more so, in his belief that what he was doing -even to the point of casting them as roles in that ridiculous play- was nothing less than completely relevant. And now here they were in Sephiroth's dream, watching a play. Typical. He lowered eyes away from the stage and focused his gaze into the back of someone else's head; forcing himself to detach any relevance from the clear irony.
Truth was there was very little that had meant so much to Sephiroth. And he near hated himself for being drawn into caring so much. How could he have been so careless?
"Which roles do you think he'd cast us, here?" It was as flatly spoken yet not as abrupt as his first comment. The dream had presented the irony, he could do little more than play into it now. Just imagine, for a few moments that it were all real and Genesis' casting might bear any relevance at all.