The party had been the talk of the Curti Center, more so as events had fallen into place to grant them finally the blue skies on the morning of the fateful day. Yet an exhausted scowl easily crept across Sephiroth's features as -having judged it necessary to at least peek into the celebration- he was faced with the hopeful, cheery and generally gleeful faces of the various people that had been affected by the careful intervention planned for this time around.
Sure he'd had just as much a hand in it, but Sephiroth had the long term in mind and certainly didn't have to conform with the result. The continuance of his own existence, a primary driving force behind his entire involvement. Let others undoubtedly think differently in the way he'd effectively sought out the means and brought about the end of a worldwide plague, that he'd played his part in the saving of this World. A used-up black crystal clenched in his pocket as Sephiroth turns to leave only a few moments after arriving, sternly turning his eye contact away from any that would seek it.
He can feel the mental exhaustion creeping as if it's lingering behind every fiber of his being, the price he's now going to have to pay for that one single act of 'heroism' - they've got that big battle coming and if nothing else he'll have to come to terms with swallowing the bitter reality that he's not going to be at his best.
Sephiroth paused just a few feet from the door that would lead back into a hallway, squeezing momentarily at the bridge of his nose with a leather gloved hand.
OTA || Sephiroth || 11th - Elsewhere at the Curti Center
Sure he'd had just as much a hand in it, but Sephiroth had the long term in mind and certainly didn't have to conform with the result. The continuance of his own existence, a primary driving force behind his entire involvement. Let others undoubtedly think differently in the way he'd effectively sought out the means and brought about the end of a worldwide plague, that he'd played his part in the saving of this World. A used-up black crystal clenched in his pocket as Sephiroth turns to leave only a few moments after arriving, sternly turning his eye contact away from any that would seek it.
He can feel the mental exhaustion creeping as if it's lingering behind every fiber of his being, the price he's now going to have to pay for that one single act of 'heroism' - they've got that big battle coming and if nothing else he'll have to come to terms with swallowing the bitter reality that he's not going to be at his best.
Sephiroth paused just a few feet from the door that would lead back into a hallway, squeezing momentarily at the bridge of his nose with a leather gloved hand.