[Cloud glared at Sephiroth. The man was a wall of ice that rivaled Gaea's Cliff.The man was always so cool and in control that Cloud mistook that faint twitch for an act as well. The temptation to put Sephiroth to the sword here and now remained strong, but it would turn the other heroes against him in an instant, if not against each other.
The fact that leaving Sephiroth alive was the less harmful option hurt him to his soul.
He shot all the foul language he could through his eyes and then turned to return to his room. He needed to prepare. His gut was telling him something was going to happen and this would all be settled one way or another.
Fishing his crystal from his pocket, he rolled the pitch black gem around in his fingers. He recalled the day that he handed the black materia over to him.
'No...never again. I will never be a puppet again. If he pulls the strings, I'm going to do more than just cut them.']
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The fact that leaving Sephiroth alive was the less harmful option hurt him to his soul.
He shot all the foul language he could through his eyes and then turned to return to his room. He needed to prepare. His gut was telling him something was going to happen and this would all be settled one way or another.
Fishing his crystal from his pocket, he rolled the pitch black gem around in his fingers. He recalled the day that he handed the black materia over to him.
'No...never again. I will never be a puppet again. If he pulls the strings, I'm going to do more than just cut them.']