[Sephiroth eyes the kojin, expression still as he considers where that leaves him. Three days is a short amount of time for the re-forging of broken steel, even if Shinra would have scrambled all its resources together to make certain that the SOLDIER had it back within the first twenty-four hours, but being without Masamune is like having lost a limb. That blade has been carried with him since the day he received it, years ago when it was still far too large to be wielded properly, and three days is still three days longer than he’s used to being without it.
He crosses his arms, replies with a-] I see.
[Because he knows, just as well, that there’s nothing to be done about it. The alternative would have been weeks, but they’ve circumvented that by conceding to a simple hunting task. Even so, a wave of restlessness rolls through him, just beneath his skin, and he exhales. He hates that feeling.]
I don’t have much of a choice but to accept that. [He turns cat-like eyes over to Luka nearby, trying to hold back his spark of impatience.] Three days. Where do we go from here?
[He needs to plan, as always. Needs to know what route to tack himself onto, and if Luka already has an idea, or if he’s going to be left wheeling in the wind.]
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He crosses his arms, replies with a-] I see.
[Because he knows, just as well, that there’s nothing to be done about it. The alternative would have been weeks, but they’ve circumvented that by conceding to a simple hunting task. Even so, a wave of restlessness rolls through him, just beneath his skin, and he exhales. He hates that feeling.]
I don’t have much of a choice but to accept that. [He turns cat-like eyes over to Luka nearby, trying to hold back his spark of impatience.] Three days. Where do we go from here?
[He needs to plan, as always. Needs to know what route to tack himself onto, and if Luka already has an idea, or if he’s going to be left wheeling in the wind.]