He's seen others suffer from mako poisoning in the past. Not just employees of Shinra, working maintenance in the reactors where potential accidents were an unfortunate reality of the job, but would-be SOLDIER recruits, too — healthy, willful, confident individuals, bolstered by making the cut and so very assured the process itself would be an easy obstacle to surmount, given the rigors of their training.
In the end, all the confidence in the world could not account for what mako could do to a body unprepared. Make them weak, sick, barely cognizant — in the worst cases, completely comatose.
Seeing Luka like this, still smiling up at him as if he should be glad that Sephiroth is here, makes something undefinable stir within. Anger at the company, for doing this one time too many to someone he cared about; frustration, at himself, for Luka would not be in this situation were it not for him; and a deep, lancing relief that his friend can speak to him at all, that he's still alive, and Hojo had not done even worse to him. The scientist is a madman. Maybe it was only a matter of time.
Time that he'll no longer risk. Sephiroth, for all the chaos unfolding around him, offers him a faint smile — wan, but truly sincere — as he bends forward to gentle raise Luka up. Arm against his back, trying to get him to sit up and lean on him.]
It took me a while. Sorry about that.
[Too long, but he’ll fix that now.]
We're leaving. Can you walk? [Sephiroth thinks he knows the answer. He'll carry him out if he has to.]
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He's seen others suffer from mako poisoning in the past. Not just employees of Shinra, working maintenance in the reactors where potential accidents were an unfortunate reality of the job, but would-be SOLDIER recruits, too — healthy, willful, confident individuals, bolstered by making the cut and so very assured the process itself would be an easy obstacle to surmount, given the rigors of their training.
In the end, all the confidence in the world could not account for what mako could do to a body unprepared. Make them weak, sick, barely cognizant — in the worst cases, completely comatose.
Seeing Luka like this, still smiling up at him as if he should be glad that Sephiroth is here, makes something undefinable stir within. Anger at the company, for doing this one time too many to someone he cared about; frustration, at himself, for Luka would not be in this situation were it not for him; and a deep, lancing relief that his friend can speak to him at all, that he's still alive, and Hojo had not done even worse to him. The scientist is a madman. Maybe it was only a matter of time.
Time that he'll no longer risk. Sephiroth, for all the chaos unfolding around him, offers him a faint smile — wan, but truly sincere — as he bends forward to gentle raise Luka up. Arm against his back, trying to get him to sit up and lean on him.]
It took me a while. Sorry about that.
[Too long, but he’ll fix that now.]
We're leaving. Can you walk? [Sephiroth thinks he knows the answer. He'll carry him out if he has to.]