[ Sephiroth's gaze dropped to the broken cup. He remained expressionless but there was a stillness to him that was something of a defense against all of this. Here he perceived the surprise and rejection he had expected. After all, if even he couldn't accept his future actions as his own and had to distance himself even in his speech, how could anyone else accept all of him? Sephiroth was lucky enough that Aerith did and that was both just enough and more than he could ever ask for.
He nodded, once. It was the most he could manage at the moment. However, his gaze remained on the broken remnants of the once whole cup. It seemed symbolic somehow. ]
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He nodded, once. It was the most he could manage at the moment. However, his gaze remained on the broken remnants of the once whole cup. It seemed symbolic somehow. ]