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May 29, 2008 13:24:16 GMT -5
Post by Nero on May 29, 2008 13:24:16 GMT -5
The hollow echo of footsteps was the only sign of life in the otherwise deathly silence. The ShinRa building high above may have been restored, but deep below the surface, the research complex lay empty after the removal of the DGS and the Tsviets. Completely and utterly empty.
Blood-red eyes searched the darkness with growing anguish. Born of tainted Lifestream, his death had not been an end to suffering, but a whole new level of it. The Planet’s pure Lifestream had attacked him like a body’s immune system would attack a virus. But the endless agony had been nothing to the torment of his mind. In death, he had once again been separated from his brother. He had been utterly alone.
And now… he was alive again. And his brother… his brother was… Where…?
How many hours had he been searching the Deepground complex now? Searching for some sign. Some clue as to where to look. Searching for someone, anyone, who would know… He had found nothing in the entire complex, and now he found himself back in the room where he had awoken, in the centre of Mako Reactor 0. Weiss’s room. The room where his brother had once been chained, to the throne that stood in the centre, by the Restrictors. The room where Nero had died, and Weiss had become Reborn. It was just as empty as it had been before.
His darkness surrounded him, as it always had, but now it swirled and pulsed erratically. There was something unstable in the crimson gleam of his eyes, the pupils narrowed to almost invisible slits in spite of the absolute black of his surroundings.
“Brother…”
Where? He had said… Weiss had said…
“…So none may ever tear us apart…”
They had been…
“We would be…”
This place… It was…
…Like dying.
“…One.”
He screamed, and the sound shattered the silence like glass. He threw his fury and frustration and anguish at the darkness and the emptiness like a weapon. And when his lungs were spent, the silence flooded in around him once more. Suffocating.
“This place is… a tomb…”
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May 30, 2008 2:30:45 GMT -5
Post by Sephiroth on May 30, 2008 2:30:45 GMT -5
The many years this place had been hidden from the world was sickening...Sephiroth felt like he was nothing but one big front for everything, something to be discarded at will. ShinRa. Jenova. The Black Materia. Everything was pushing him away, everyone wanted him gone or dead. If he could die right now would it solve anything? He most certainly wouldn’t allow death to claim him again just now; he felt he had a purpose in life for once, but didn’t know what exactly that purpose was. And as hurtful as it was to continue thinking like this, he knew that if he simply pushed it all to the back of his mind that it would come back and bite him. There was no choice.
“This place is empty. Why am I still here?” the General thought, climbing over some debris as he continued to venture further into DeepGround. The essence of darkness was lurking; a faint sense of raw power was luring Sephiroth somewhere...and it felt so familiary to him. His first instinctive thought was that the source of the darkness was the Black Materia, but as he got closer to the source he felt the raw dark power grow in intensity. This was pure darkness. Pure enough to distort the one-winged angels thought track, his senses to weaken and even his sight to loose focus. Such power was not to be messed with, obviously...but Sephiroth’s curiosity was getting the better of him, and he fought the overpowering sensation of the darkness so he could move on. The energy of all the Mako wasn’t doing his enhanced senses any good either, but he couldn’t do much about that. This source of darkness was obviously living, and the scream he suddenly heard made that more clear.
The one-winged angel hauled aside another peice of debris and exposed a doorway into the reactor, the rusty formation and emptiness of the structure meant that if he made so much as one loud noise, the entire building would be filled with it. And the being he was going towards would hear him. Luckily though stealth was one of Sephiroth’s strong points, so he could make his way as best undetected so long as---
“Dammit.” The General cursed as a Minibot scurried around a nearby corner. If there was one of these things, there was bound to be more. A quick stab to the robot terminated it, but as expected more showed up around the corner. And one thing Sephiroth knew was that if he got overrun by these pesky bastards he could get quite a few injuries. Slash. Stab. Slash. Stab. No good, they just keep comming around the corner! Better get out quick! Rushing around the corner, jumping over the horde of Minibots that are following him, Sephiroth managed to run his way down to the end of the corridor and rush through the door...turning instantly to slap it shut and regain his breath. That was when the sense of darkness krept on him again...and slowly Sephiroth turned his gaze from the door to look over his shoulder.
“Someone’s actually down here...??” he thought as he remained holding the door shut and panting. He didn’t know who this person was, but the sense of darkness was overwhealming...he didn’t know if he should approach this person or leave whilst he still could. But the noises of the Minibots smacking against the door meant he had little options but to hope this person wasn’t in a foul mood.
“Do you know any way out of here...other than through this door??”
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Post by Nero on Jun 3, 2008 7:06:06 GMT -5
There was someone… He felt them brush past the edges of his darkness as they entered the underground Mako Reactor, rendering their efforts to keep quiet utterly pointless. However, sensing identity was beyond him. Bemused, he waited in silence… and sure enough, after a while, someone bolted through the door into Weiss’s chamber, and slammed it shut behind them. What were they fleeing from?
“Afraid of the dark?”
There was an almost-silence— he could hear the stranger’s heavy breathing, and the occasional thud against the door, which gave Nero some idea of what the intruder had been trying to escape from. The sounds seemed oddly loud in the otherwise hollow silence. Who was this stranger? He was certain it was an outsider. Too light-footed to be Azul, too heavy to be Rosso or Argento, Shelke had defected— and the common DGS knew better than to enter Weiss’s chamber unless ordered to do so. And Weiss— dear Weiss would never make such an inelegant entrance. Still, Nero waited, saying nothing, crimson eyes burning through the darkness, fixed on the tall, shadowy figure across the other side of the room.
Finally, the stranger spoke, the voice confirming Nero’s thoughts with its unfamiliarity… No, it was familiar, but he wasn’t sure where from, and that, for some reason, was oddly disconcerting.
A way out? Oh, Nero knew a way out. His way. His darkness. But he ignored the question entirely, responding instead with his own.
“You… who are you? What do you think you are doing here?”
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Post by Sephiroth on Jun 3, 2008 7:31:54 GMT -5
Sephiroth's posture once again slammed onto the frame of the door as the minibots continued their onslaught; keeping the robots at bay was all he could do until he learnt of any escape route from this place. And the being before him wasn't proving helpful.
"Sephiroth" the general announced calmly, until he felt the weight of an even bigger robot smack into the door. Obviously the minibots attracted more attention than he was hoping for, they where gathering reenforcements and from the sounds and fell of things they where big ones too.
"I don't have the time or patience to tell you why I'm here...now, tell me another way out." Sephiroth growled as he felt the impact of another large robot smack against the door.
(UBER BAD!)
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Jun 12, 2008 15:53:05 GMT -5
Post by Nero on Jun 12, 2008 15:53:05 GMT -5
“Sephi—” Nero’s voice was quiet as he repeated the name to himself. So he did know this stranger. What person who had once been in SOLDIER would not have heard that name? Should there have been enough light in this place to see by, there might have been a hint of pensiveness in Nero’s otherwise unreadable expression. He didn’t comply with Sephiroth’s demands for an escape route, however. Only Weiss could tell him what to do. Should the door fail to hold, the bots would pose no threat to him.
For that matter, why did they seem to be causing Sephiroth as much trouble as they obviously were? It seemed utterly incongruous to what he had heard of the legendary general. Still, Sephiroth didn’t seem as imposing as Nero might have imagined him to be, either. Intimidating was Azul’s 9’5” in height, and built like a Behemoth on steroids. Or Rosso’s bloodlust and taking pleasure in slaughter. Or Weiss’s powers which were far beyond those of any of the other Tsviets. Nero wasn’t impressed.
“There is no other way out,” the Sable lied, his tone impassive, but curt. “So, I think, you have all the time in the world. You aren’t going anywhere, after all.”
((Worse.))
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Jun 13, 2008 9:24:57 GMT -5
Post by Sephiroth on Jun 13, 2008 9:24:57 GMT -5
Sephiroth sensed that he wasn't going to get the answer he wanted. And if at all any response from the stranger. He'd have to find his own way out of this mess, by himself. The one-winged angel felt the robots force on the door intensify, obviously there were more gathering after detecting the noise from earlier. When there was 1 minibot, he crushed it...5, he crushed them...10, he got shocked but still smashed them. It was when 50 showed up along with a set of larger robots with better weapons that things started to look messy; the last thing he wanted was to get involved in a fight in this place, sustain injuries or get trapped. And unfortunatly, he was in a situation right now were all 3 had occured. The Minibots had zapped him in their various numbers several times on the way to this hell-hole, and it was nothing pleasant at all when those things zapped you or exploded right next to you. As a youth, when training against them he never managed to clear anymore than 40 all at once until he became a young adult...but the pain he felt when 40+ Minibots ganged up on him in training never left his memories. He hated those robots so much...if he was back at full strength again, he'd wipe them all out with--- Oh wait...he couldn't. He didn't have the Black Materia to use that attack. In fact, 1/8th of his abilities were gone once that last shard was removed from him.
"There is no other way out"
Those words rang cold within Sephiroths mind. He was trapped? Trapped.
"....." the one-winged angel remained silent, and loosened his hold of the door...which seemed to have indicated the Minibots had settled down. But still, the sounds of them attacking the door on their own were heard...it was if the bigger robots came back that he'd have to hold the door back. But with it being so quiet now, the ex-General allowed himself to slide down the door and sit down...sighing heavily as he stared at the ceiling.
"You've done it to yourself again. Once more, there is no way out of this one." he thought as he rested the back of his head against the door.
"...a dark power lured me here..." Sephiroth began, keeping his gaze on the pipes that littered the ceiling.
"...and obviously, that darkness was your power. There's nobody else here to be held responsible for it."
((MINE FAILS!))
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Jun 17, 2008 12:14:27 GMT -5
Post by Nero on Jun 17, 2008 12:14:27 GMT -5
Who in their right mind would be drawn to the darkness, rather than repulsed by it? The mistrust flickered behind Nero’s eyes, his expression otherwise unreadable, obscured by both the gloom and the mask he wore.
“My darkness,” Nero nodded slowly, once, crimson eyes fixed on the shadowy figure as it slid to the floor. “The very essence of Terra Corrupt…” He turned, gazing at the Throne which stood in the centre of the room. “Although most who sense it do all in their power to avoid it.” His voice seemed rather… sceptical, further making his distrust clear, and in spite of his quiet tones, his words carried in the near silence with an odd kind of resonance.
Sephiroth might sense the darkness creeping in around him— or he might not. Either way, there would be no escaping it. Even the vague shadows, in the room at the centre of Mako Reactor 0, faded into pitch black. A true absence of even the faintest glimmer of light. And deep within the darkness… in the not-quite silence, there was the wailing of lost souls.
And then the darkness just seemed to disperse again. The Tsviet was not intending to destroy Sephiroth. Not yet.
The surroundings had changed. They were still in Deepground, but no longer in Weiss’s room. There were no bots hammering at the doors. There was, however, more light… the exact source of which was indeterminable, beyond that it was certainly not the young Tsviet with mechanical wings and the restraints of a madman.
Nero’s crimson eyes fixed on Sephiroth again. Now that he could see the man properly, he was more positive that it really was the “legendary” SOLDIER. Even so, Sephiroth cut a less-than-imposing figure.
“You know our brother,” Nero spoke finally, ignoring anything that Sephiroth might have to say about the sudden change of scenery. He was not referring to Weiss. “If I am not mistaken.”
((I powerplayed. Sue me.))
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Jun 17, 2008 15:01:02 GMT -5
Post by Sephiroth on Jun 17, 2008 15:01:02 GMT -5
Sephiroth slowly closed his eyes as he felt the darkness around him...the memories he had...the sheer rush of them flowing through his head. The Black Materia...it's darkness felt the same. The comfort of such an alluring force made him want to---
NO! The darkness was past him now! Such thoughts would drive him back down that path to madness! Opening his eyes immidiatly to bring himself out of the drift, reality hitting him square in the face. The mystery male and himself where no longer in that foul chamber.
"W-wh---what? What the hell just happened?" Sephiroth muttered, shifting his gaze around him and then focusing back on the male.
"Bro-what-what?" Sephiroth questioned, raising his eyebrow as he maintained his gaze. OK...recap...mysterious guy, trapped...teleported so we are not trapped...something about a brother...um. This was......bizarre.
"...who's brother is um....wait...what?"
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Jun 25, 2008 9:39:59 GMT -5
Post by Nero on Jun 25, 2008 9:39:59 GMT -5
Nero stared at the silver-haired man for a moment, his gaze piecing, scrutinising this “legend” who was not at all as the stories would have one believe. This man was the rival to the brother of the Tsviets? He found that hard to believe, even though he had only met Genesis himself once before, and that meeting had been brief. In spite of Sephiroth’s obvious bewilderment by his words as well as the situation, Nero made no effort to clarify.
“I suppose… I was mistaken,” he said slowly, “I thought perhaps…”
Perhaps Sephiroth could tell him where Genesis was. Perhaps Genesis would know where his brother was. His real brother. His beloved Weiss.
Nero’s gaze shifted to the pillars that stood in the centre of the room he had transported them to. It was to one of those pillars that he had been chained when his powers had begun to get too strong. Why had he come here, of all places? This room held anything but pleasant memories.
He supposed… he had always felt most comfortable with familiarity, as much as his brother had always striven for change. Two brothers, the exact opposites in every possible way. They were two halves of a whole. Nero lived for his brother. And now, without him… Tainted and twisted and broken as Nero was by the experiment that had created him, there was something pitiful about him. Perhaps there was something pitiful about all of ShinRa’s lab rats, although with some it required one to look a little deeper. And if anyone should understand that, Sephiroth should.
“I don’t believe you came here purely because you were drawn to my darkness, if that is why you are here at all.”
No one could really be drawn to that. People fled from it in terror. They tried to control it, to suppress it, to lock it away where it could do no harm. Never approach it willingly.
Except Weiss.
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Jun 26, 2008 3:06:50 GMT -5
Post by Sephiroth on Jun 26, 2008 3:06:50 GMT -5
Sephiroth narrowed his eyes as the 'dark male' criticised his being here...sure he felt like he was lured to the darkness this younger man was releasing, being entirely a curious creature when it came to darkness, but in the back reaches of his mind Sephiroth knew there was another reason he was here. He just couldn't put a finger on it.
"I knew why I was here before I felt the darkness. Now it seems the darkness has hidden the reason for me being here...I have, afterall, experienced the raw power of a dark artifact...and become addicted to it's power. That's the only reason I was lured to you." Sephiroth began, getting to his feet cautiously as he examined the room better. This place had features which resembled his old holding cell, back as a youth when he had to be punished. Once he was certain that the pair of them where not in his holding cell, Sephiroth eased himself.
"...the whispers emmitted from raw dark power, are so tempting and alluring, it's hard not to listen to them."
(bah)
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Post by Nero on Aug 5, 2008 4:55:30 GMT -5
Addicted to the darkness? Nero could, perhaps, in some way understand that. The coldness in his eyes faded slightly as he watched Sephiroth closely. Another might have enquired as to the nature of the “dark artefact” that had produced this addiction, but Nero had other things on his mind. There were few, extremely few, who could tolerate the presence of his darkness, let alone be drawn to it as much as he himself was. His darkness was his sanctuary— the thought of being without it was… terrifying. It was a part of him, and most people hated and loathed him for that single fact, as much as they hated and loathed his dark power.
“I find them… soothing… the whispers. Unfortunately, few think likewise.”
He was testing the silver-haired stranger. Would Sephiroth be disgusted by his apparent “love” of the darkness? The truth, though, was that Nero held no great love for it. It was simply there, always there, and as much a part of him as his own body. And because of that constancy, the familiarity of its presence, he felt comforted by it. It had always isolated him, and in his youth that power, and the effects of possessing it, had tortured him, but he had learnt to live with it. But he could not live with the thought of losing the darkness, because… Because change frightened him, somewhat.
“My brother was the only one who…” he paused. “My real brother, Weiss, I mean.”
It reminded him of his earlier question, the one that Sephiroth had given no real answer to. Eyes narrowing thoughtfully, he turned away from Sephiroth, striding to one side of the warehouse-like room before glancing back over his shoulder at the One-Winged Angel.
“I believe you know my… other brother. The brother shared by all Tsviets— his name is Genesis. I think he may… know of some way to find Weiss. Or at least, that is what I hope. He had sealed himself in the cavern beneath Midgar six years ago, after Weiss and I brought him here… but I could not find him there. If you have seen him…?”
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Post by Sephiroth on Aug 5, 2008 9:08:18 GMT -5
Sephiroth gently muttered to himself, just loud enough for himself to hear. Sure the whispers he heard from the Black Materia where promising and powerful...tempting...but not once did they sooth him. He hated himself for how weak it made him feel, the withdrawel from that dark matter meant he lost most of his strength. Did the darkness take it from him once the materia was ripped from hisbody? Or is it still there, hidden somewhere? He chose not to let Nero know his feeling over the subject of darkness anymore, it made him look weak. And weakness was something Sephiroth felt disgusted about. Ofcourse, Sephiroth didn't know about Wiess...but the 'other brother'...Genesis...he knew perfectly well who he was. So this weilder of darkness...he sought Genesis? Perhaps he'd be useful then, since Sephiroth remembered why he was down here now he could remember his plan to stop Kadaj from getting all the Black Materia. He had researched on what happened to Genesis durin his absence, located nothing more than a single word...well, a word and a number. "Reactor 0" He was still here. But Sephiroth would find him without any problem, the pair had a habit of stumbling across one another when they least expected it.
"I know where Genesis is. But I don't know where he is." Sephiroth teased. He did know Genesis was last seen in the Mako Reactor 0 area, but where abouts there he didn't know. Right now, he had to make use of... That reminded him, he needed a name in order to feel less like a box of information and more like a Teammate.
"...what's your name?" Sephiroth asked with a slightly curious tone "...because I can tell you where I last heard he was, if you do me a favour in return..."
His plan would soon shoot into motion, all he needed was this weilder of darkness cooperation and Genesis to actually shut up and listen to him. At least one of those necessities would work.
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Post by Nero on Aug 8, 2008 5:02:46 GMT -5
Sephiroth was lucky that Nero was patient by nature. As the ex-SOLDIER dared to tease him, something that might have been amusement flickered in crimson eyes. This man was treating him like…
Like an equal?
Nero had had very little experience of such treatment. Most people feared him, or treated him like a monster. With Weiss he shared the bond of brothers, and yet he had always been deferential to his older sibling, to the extreme— almost fawning in his manner, so willing to comply with every whim of the one person in the world who loved him. Conversely, the other Tsviets had always seemed somewhat wary of his Darkness. Even Rosso would not tease him in that manner.
The deep-rooted mistrust of all but Weiss was still present in him, but even so, the child of darkness found himself relaxing his guard slightly.
“I do not believe he will have gone far,” he mused, more to himself than to Sephiroth. Genesis had seemed to have no intention of travelling far from Midgar, having stated, before he sealed himself away in the cavern beneath the city, that he had to prepare for such a time as it fell to him to protect Gaia. And even though he had refused to help the Tsviets gain their freedom from the Restrictor, when he and Weiss had first brought him to the Deepground Complex, Nero still clung to some small hope that the “brother” of the Tsviets would at least have some knowledge of where his true brother, Weiss, the Immaculate Emperor, was— why, he was not certain, but there was some small glimmer of… what may have been a memory.
Even the smallest hope, the smallest chance that he could find Weiss, was enough for him to cling to…
Nero seemed slightly surprised as Sephiroth asked for his name— not because of the question itself, but because he seemed to have been lost in thought, and the voice of the silver-haired man startled him from his musing.
The wariness showed itself again in his eyes – a wariness akin to that which might been seen in a wild animal, introduced to something it was unfamiliar with for the first time – but it was nowhere near as distrustful and cold as it had been only minutes before, when the two had first met.
“My name is… Nero the Sable,” he murmured, still watching Sephiroth intently. There was something about those startling blue eyes that seemed very… familiar. “What ‘favour’ would you ask of me?”
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Post by Sephiroth on Aug 8, 2008 5:36:17 GMT -5
The silver-haired ex-General was right to come down here, this darkness wasn't just there to relive the memories of having the Black Materia in his torso...it was a sign of change. A sign that maybe there was a way of hiding the Black Materia from Kadaj. Before, in his old plan, he was going to ask Genesis to help destroy at least one shard. Such a task may actually be impossible...but if himself and Genesis put all their thought power and physical power into it, then maybe a shard could be destroyed. For without a single peice in the materia, Meteor couldn't be summoned.
"Nero...above DeepGround, back in Midgar, there is a large battle going on for something called the Black Materia. With it, one of the Children Of Jenova can summon Meteor. Everyone remembers the last time, when I summoned it, as 'Meteorfall'." Sephiroth began "...it seems we have an issue, where the Black Materia has fragmented into several peices. The parts still work enough to use dark magic, but once brought together Meteor may be summoned again." he added, before rubbing his torso.
"I had the whole Black materia, damaged, in my torso at one point. It's darkness was corrupting my mind, trying to drag me into madness. Luckily, mo---I mean...Jenova had no influence over me, so I managed to escape being corrupted by it." Sephiroth then chuckled lightly to himself and folded his arms "...then a certain blond-headed moron stole half of it from me and jammed the peices into himself, making at least one shard become stuck. When I was doing some research in Hojo's old laboratory he stole the rest from me, but one peice managed to get ripped from him. ShinRa has that peice now." he added.
"But because I was fighting the darkness, I was being killed slowly by it. SO I had to get rid of the Black Materia from my body. Which is the main reason as to why I can't steal it and hide it inside of me. The Darkness, the raw power...it would kill me eventually, or drive me insane." Sephiroth then began to pace, as if in deep thought "That is why I require your assitance. I need you to steal this shard and hide it, usually the best place to hide such a dark and raw source of power would be inside a body...if that person is tainted by darkness already then the shards power can easily be masked, avoiding detection." he stopped pacing and faced Nero "...if you agree to steal this shard and hide it on your person, I will gladly help you find Genesis."
"...so...have we got a deal?"
(BAD POST!! BAD!!)
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Aug 12, 2008 6:12:08 GMT -5
Post by Nero on Aug 12, 2008 6:12:08 GMT -5
Nero listened to the explanation silently, eyes the colour of blood fixed on Sephiroth, studying every slight change in expression intently. In spite of how implausible the story sounded, he did not feel that this man was inventing it. He knew of Meteorfall— when Meteor had crushed Midgar, it had trapped the Tsviets and the DGS in Deepground for three years. But he had never known the full story behind it, or that this man had been responsible for it. He had always heard the name of Sephiroth spoken amongst SOLDIER members as the name of a hero. But then… that had been years ago.
Struggling to make sense of what Sephiroth was telling him, Nero was silent for a long time after the ex-SOLDIER had finished his explanation. So, there was… some kind of Materia, which had been fragmented, which seemed to focus dark power, and someone… one of the “Children of Jenova” – a term which meant little to Nero – was attempting to bring the shards together to summon Meteor again…? He understood the corrupting effects of the Darkness— he had seen the madness his own Darkness inspired in the people he drew into it. Eventually they lost their minds, and the wails of their lost souls still echoed deep within the Darkness— a terrible and haunting melody. And yet he saw no signs of such madness in Sephiroth, which intrigued him.
“This… ‘dark artefact’, this shard of Materia, why would you tell me of it? Why would you trust me to hide it? What would you do should I choose to use it myself? Its power would not affect me, if its Darkness is the same as my own— Tainted Lifestream; Terra Corrupt. I could use it to expand my own power. Yet you ask me for my help with no consideration of the consequences. You do not know me. You cannot trust me. So why?”
His tone was slightly hesitant; cautious, betraying his distrust. As he considered it, a new thought struck him.
“If its dark power is not the same as mine, it could drive me to madness. It could kill me, as it was doing to you. Then… I am disposable, is that it? You would have me do your work for you, while you are safe from its power? I am tired of being used, Sephiroth.”
It would take a lot to win the trust and cooperation of one who had been used and mistreated for most of his life. He did not need Sephiroth to find Genesis— he had inquired out of interest, because, as he understood it, Sephiroth knew the brother of the Tsviets, but his help was not necessary.
Shaking his head slowly, he turned away from the silver-haired man. “I do not have time for this. I must find my brother.”
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