[Anger. Vengeance. Sour and scalding hot as if it's very rawness empowered it. So much of it held at the very center of the core of Sephiroth's being, so undeniable and total in it's intensity.
It's no surprise, in this space, that it bleeds into everyone or anything that might be present. Such is also in Sephiroth's 'present' agenda; to touch and leave behind a piece of himself in so many other distressed souls in the Lifestream. That anger and hatred, it's even still there, thrumming away behind the scenes as Sephiroth's immediate demeanor becomes more curious. He regards Sora with one eyebrow curved upwards, seemingly for a small eternity.
Reality. Could there really be this other way-?
In the end, Sephiroth reaches his hand up to take the offer; but as the memory itself shatters with the moment, so to does Sephiroth's consciousness. Just like so many others when they are retrieved from the Dream Width, the force of waking from their memory is enough to instantly flip it in the other direction.
A physical form drifting, now free from it's nebula.]
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It's no surprise, in this space, that it bleeds into everyone or anything that might be present. Such is also in Sephiroth's 'present' agenda; to touch and leave behind a piece of himself in so many other distressed souls in the Lifestream. That anger and hatred, it's even still there, thrumming away behind the scenes as Sephiroth's immediate demeanor becomes more curious. He regards Sora with one eyebrow curved upwards, seemingly for a small eternity.
Reality. Could there really be this other way-?
In the end, Sephiroth reaches his hand up to take the offer; but as the memory itself shatters with the moment, so to does Sephiroth's consciousness. Just like so many others when they are retrieved from the Dream Width, the force of waking from their memory is enough to instantly flip it in the other direction.
A physical form drifting, now free from it's nebula.]