[He watches all parties carefully, his body language still, but still in the same way a taut thread is wound with tension. Though both this stranger and these "kojin" may claim to help him now, Sephiroth is not quick to offer his trust when he's at such a clear disadvantage. The hilt of his broken blade is clutched firmly in his hands, and will certainly remain there for as long as needed.
He just gives Luka an immeasurable look. It's unimpressed and not entirely grateful, but he'll concede.]
'We'll work for it'.
[He lets that settle, then turns on his heel to go retrieve the other end of Masamune. With his back to the Miqo'te, Sephiroth affords himself a frown as he lifts the broken half out of the sand. Even split, it's inordinately long for a supposed katana.]
What kind of work are you volunteering me for, in the apparent name of good will?
no subject
He just gives Luka an immeasurable look. It's unimpressed and not entirely grateful, but he'll concede.]
'We'll work for it'.
[He lets that settle, then turns on his heel to go retrieve the other end of Masamune. With his back to the Miqo'te, Sephiroth affords himself a frown as he lifts the broken half out of the sand. Even split, it's inordinately long for a supposed katana.]
What kind of work are you volunteering me for, in the apparent name of good will?