Sephiroth had been fully ready to be the next one in there as Ramaa fell to a knee, the one to claim the victory -deserved the kill- over the one who would dare to call his existence into question. The one who had sought to end it. The one who had made it necessary for them to spend the last several months replaying the last four days over and over just to unwind the catastrophe she'd gone to untold lengths to ensure would come to pass.
Still now, as others stepped in, gathered around Ramaa with their words of condolences -reeking of pathetic forgiveness, no less- Sephiroth's grip around the handle of his sword didn't loosen a mite. Much like his battle stance which tightened up once more as Starscream expressed the exasperation Sephiroth was holding fast to inside himself.
He hardly needed a reason to act.
"Imbeciles. The lot of you-"
He downright glared at Ramaa, regardless whether she met his gaze or not, his face a barely-hidden mask of pure disgust. He could picture himself doing it, in his mind's eye; he could rush her right now and near enough cleave her in two with his vengeance. Hell to the rest of them, he might well even enjoy it.
"No-
"-death is too good for you. Goddess." Sephiroth sneered before promptly turning away and striding towards where Naoto and Finn were observing the spectacle still going on above them in the night sky. Not joining them so much as putting distance between himself and the petty ignorance of everyone else pining over Ramaa's redemption.
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Still now, as others stepped in, gathered around Ramaa with their words of condolences -reeking of pathetic forgiveness, no less- Sephiroth's grip around the handle of his sword didn't loosen a mite. Much like his battle stance which tightened up once more as Starscream expressed the exasperation Sephiroth was holding fast to inside himself.
He hardly needed a reason to act.
"Imbeciles. The lot of you-"
He downright glared at Ramaa, regardless whether she met his gaze or not, his face a barely-hidden mask of pure disgust. He could picture himself doing it, in his mind's eye; he could rush her right now and near enough cleave her in two with his vengeance. Hell to the rest of them, he might well even enjoy it.
"No-
"-death is too good for you. Goddess." Sephiroth sneered before promptly turning away and striding towards where Naoto and Finn were observing the spectacle still going on above them in the night sky. Not joining them so much as putting distance between himself and the petty ignorance of everyone else pining over Ramaa's redemption.