- stole Her from me again!

[He chuckles, composing himself as much as Sephiroth really can. But his voice still shudders with a laugh, an almost delirious kind of amusement rippling within, absolutely murderous.]

But nothing can keep us apart for long. You all know it. You must. Even your kind can't be quite so stupid, could you? But it never ( Read more... )

Atra.

A word.

[Sephiroth's voice is delicate, precise, and calm, like the scalpel of one of the scientists that he so hates. There's a conversational lilt to it, as ever, something casual and amicable and difficult not to like, but it's repulsive all the same.]

Gone, is she?

Hmph.

Well, I tried it one way. Perhaps this will prove to be more entertaining...

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