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[honoreverything]

[The light pointing directly at the camera blinds at first, the screen fading between white and odd shapes, but then slowly came into view as the camera adjusted itself.

Deadpan bleepings were almost painfully obvious to some. A heart monitor. The view was complicated but the sign could be read if their communicator was flipped around. It read;

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action - >.> <.< like he would stay away~

[withoutawing]

[As if Sephiroth would stay away from his friend at a time like this. Duty be damned, he marched past hospital staff and other people alike, his wing stiff and feathers ruffled, a certain gauntness around his eyes and along his jaw speaking of just how much he had been neglecting himself. His trademark coat was missing, as was the shoulder guards, and his hair was still in the thousand tiny braids, although someone had taken the time to add multi-colored bows at the ends of them. Against the black leather and too-tight shirt he was wearing, the ribbons looked odd. Not that he would admit to that.

He stepped inside the room like he was meant to be there, and headed straight for the injured man.]

Angeal.

action - well of course not, he doesn't know yet XD

[honoreverything]

[The moment was serious, he knew that. That's what hospitals were all about. Taking care of the sick, healing those who needed it, for the grieving to visit and deepen such feelings. Angeal had never seen Sephiroth in braids. Many a time without his coat and guards, sure. But this was a sight. With ribbons. While parts wanted to burst out laughing, others were screaming. He was mixed with a friendship he cherished and the horror that did so scare him while captive.

And the fact he was practically hooked up to a polygraph machine didn't help. His heart rate went up a few steps as the man walked into the room and made his way to him. He calmed himself, somehow, and decided to take a the coy path out of his fears. Truth-based humor.]

Sephiroth--.. [Then he backed out when he saw the seriousness in the youngers eyes. His pulse, again, rose.]

action - oh he'll find out though~

[withoutawing]

[He was used to beeping machines, to the way they acted when hooked up to a person. Sephiroth ignored the machine's beeping until he noticed that Angeal looked... wary. Sephiroth stopped, eyebrows furrowing as he tried to read what was going on with the older man.]

Angeal... what's wrong?

[He wasn't faking the concern, nor was he faking the way he looked from the older man in the bed to Genesis hovering nearby.]

action - I'm very sure he will;;;

[honoreverything]

[There was a light laugh as he looked away for a moment. He looked back, thinking maybe another look would wash his mind from what was trying to vaguely replay. --It didn't. The smile fought its way on and off his face many times. He was finding it harder to keep himself composed every second.]

It's nothing, Sep-Sephiroth. I'm fine. Just tired. It's been a long two weeks.

action - and get very mad fast

[withoutawing]

[Something was not right with Angeal. Sephiroth frowned, looking back and forth between the two men, his wing drooping with every second. He can tell that there was something about him that was affecting Angeal, but he couldn't comprehend what right at that moment. It certainly couldn't be the ribbons in his hair - that was something set to make those that know him laugh, not want him to not come any closer.

Hesitantly, he reached out to tough Angeal.]

Are you sure? I could... use a Restore on you...

action - oh snap :< -- Angeal's not going to last much past the restore

[honoreverything]

[He flinched ever so slightly at the hand coming to him. He tried to look cheery and probably overshot that greatly.]

Yes, a restore. That's just the thing I need.

[Angeal laughed. It wasn't as if he could tell if what happened to him was real, or imagined. But why ever would he dream that? It didn't make sense to him, and may have lead him to shiver slightly.]

action - oopsy?

[withoutawing]

[Sephiroth's frown deepened even as he activated the small green materia, healing energies gathering until he sent it into Angeal's wounds. Something was wrong with him, something was off, and Sephiroth couldn't say what it was. He didn't know what Kadaj would have done, and he tried to think like his remnant, but all he could think of was getting the boy's throat in his hands and squeezing.]

Angeal?

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[honoreverything]

[It was hard for him to even look at Sephiroth as he was being healed. It was the light from the materia, the tingles that it shot through his body, and Sephiroth's distinctive voice that made him clench his eyes and quiver as his mind replayed just exactly what happened offline. Something Kadaj did for his own pleasure. To see Angeal squirm and break. The screams, the feelings, the helplessness... all voiced themselves again.

He hunched over as soon as the absorption finished, breathing heavily and in uneven increments. Crying without tears. He was shaking like a leaf. A closer look to himself revealed the bound bruises he had were gone. That all his wounds were. The only pain that was left was the painful thudding in his heart and mind. He tried to get a sense of reality. Sephiroth was his friend he... wouldn't. He would never. Angeal ran a hand though his mangled hair, hooking his hand on his neck. He gathered himself as much he could -which wasn't much- before he spoke again.] Thank you, Sephiroth...

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[withoutawing]

[On top of the growing concern, worry and helplessness, he was getting angry. Angry at the copy of him that had to be such a pest. Angry at how weak this place made them - all of them - unless they went through a painful procedure. There was little outside showing of the anger save for how his wing stiffened, the primary feathers sticking out like a cat's tail.

What Kadaj did had something to do with him. Oh, he wasn't that socially inept to not notice that his voice and closeness actually made Angeal worse. Looking over at Genesis, he took a step back from Angeal.]

You need rest.

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[honoreverything]

[He nodded at Sephiroth's suggestion. There wasn't much more Angeal could have said. "Sorry" was a bit too vague, and it would have left so many questions with his friend. Saying nothing at all seemed very childish, but he was broken. At least to Sephiroth. His mind couldn't even think of anything to say; he had already said thank you and he meant it as frightened as he was.

But he heard the feathers ruffle. Angeal knew Sephiroth wasn't happy. And he had an idea of why, and was most likely correct in his assumption. He thought of Minato, how much he cared for Kadaj. It was Angeal's fault for what happened to himself, no one else. He couldn't let anyone hurt him. Maybe that's what Kadaj wanted, but Angeal had different intentions for the boy who tortured him.]

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......tell me you won't... hurt anyone, Sephiroth. [Angeal still couldn't look Sephiroth in the eye, even as he made a plea with him. He looked down at the tiling in between the warriors boots.]

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[withoutawing]

[Tell him not to breath while you're at it, Angeal. Sephiroth frowned, crossing his arms over his chest and stared straight at the older man, his lower lip settling into a stubborn line. He was bred to cause pain in others, trained to hurt them over and over again, and he did take a deep, sadistic pleasure when he did manage to turn a man into a ball of agony and pleas. It was one of his baser traits that only grew if he tried suppressing it.

Angeal should know that. Angeal must have known it. The man had been one of the few that could approach Sephiroth when caught up in his baser need to kill something. That he would ask Sephiroth to not allow himself that pleasure was just odd.]

I won't hurt him. [The dark undercurrent of his words clearly spoke what he would do when he got his hands on Kadaj.]

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[honoreverything]

[Well damnit all. That's what Angeal wanted to hear but he knew what it really meant. It wasn't as if he could have expected any less, he knew better than what he asked for. He wouldn't have asked if they were home. In fact none of this would have happened. Angeal would have taken care of it himself. He wouldn't have worried anyone.

Angeal did know. But nothing made sense. Everything he knew wasn't what it was and it was getting worse. Sephiroth was his good friend but what was he now? After that happened? -- so what was the harm in asking?]

... do what you must then... [He wasn't any less shaken up than before, especially with that tone.]

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[withoutawing]

[Sephiroth just looked at Angeal - not through him, not ignoring him, but really looked at him. He had thought that Kadaj had hurt him and broke him, but now, something about how Angeal reacted when he spoken told Sephiroth that it involved him. That somehow and some way, Kadaj took that piece of the Demon and used it to harm his friend.

It made him itch to know all the abilities that the Jenova cells gave him while at the same time, it made him recoil from that part of him. If Kadaj could summon his image up to hurt, what could Sephiroth do? He was her first born son. Her true son.]

Angeal... I'll leave him alone.

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[honoreverything]

[He nodded. There wasn't anything he had, or could say to -what he recognized as- his friend. But there was a part of him that shown in his eyes, as he leaned back into his arms, that said You're going to do what you like and I accept and acknowledge that.]