[ His sigh is quiet when he finally makes it, soft but fraught with idle hints of discomfort, from the rigid slowness to the controlled rhythm of his breath, which seems too deliberate for all his natural, but seemingly deliberate, cool. When he speaks ... well, it seems like he's musing aloud as usual, but his voice lacks that distinct arrogance
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So you've survived. I'd wondered.
... Who are you referring to?
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[ There's pale tension in the next few seconds, and with that first question, he closes the silence with an easy huff of distaste ]
It doesn't matter anymore.
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[He hesitates, thrown by how much more lucid Sephiroth seems than the last time he saw him. After a reflective silence, he answers himself.]
Genesis. What did he tell you?
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[ Another pause of consideration as he mulls that statement over, wondering if he should be offended by the irony of it, and there's a soft sound of dismissal when he decides 'no'. ]
Well, that's funny.
... He told me enough.
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They're not an excuse. Your actions were your own doing. As were mine.
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[ He's taken aback by the accusation, and his tone becomes a bit more firm ]
My actions were for the company. Was I wrong to anticipate some mutual respect? ... Or wrong to anticipate understanding from you?
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[An unmasked anger slips into his voice, as if he's offended by the suggestion.]
Don't accuse me of not understanding. I've wasted far too much time trying.
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I see. And I won't waste it a moment longer ...
This ends now.
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I don't deny that I've made my own mistakes, and I welcome the consequences, but what you've done is madness.
Know that I won't allow it to happen again.
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[ His voice mellows out, softened by sincerity, resignation, and a cold swell of defeat ]
I will miss you, old friend.
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