OPEN POST; [ SEPHIROTH / FFVII ]

[supersoldier]

those chosen by the planet.

(( despite the ominous choice of music i default to a pre-nibelheim canon point, but can play post-nibelheim upon request! ))

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[supersoldier]

[He’s asked if he feels different from those around him, a question rather unwieldy in his mind, coming from someone who looks so much the same. Closer now, and he can see the finer way the breeze picks up the man’s hair, fashioned in the exact same shade of silver as his own. His frame, his stature, even a demeanor that would be utterly distant if not for the resonating, alien familiarity between them.

And those bright eyes, which he once believed could belong to none other than himself, peering at him as though they had been stolen — keen and knowing.

It’s enough to wring out a reply from Sephiroth, where he would typically deflect. For Yazoo speaks of a subject that can tear him raw if he is not careful, the questioning of his differences an old insecurity, buried so deep that it will rend everything to pieces if it’s dredged up without care.

His jaw sets.]

I’ve always been different. [To the humans who use you for their own gain? The clear differentiation claws at him.] But that does not make me inhuman.

[He shores himself up with logic, bending itself into something steady in the wake of what he’s hearing.]

That’s what you’re saying, isn’t it? That this “Mother” is something from beyond this Planet? Tell me about her, if you're so certain.

[velvetshot]

Hm.

( Another shadow of a frown touches the corners of Yazoo's lips. It's baffling that Sephiroth is working so hard to cling to the idea of his alleged humanity: why would he want to be like the rest of them? Why would he value being different yet the same over being different and superior? Not that it matters all that much, of course: Sephiroth may be living in a state of ignorance, but ignorance can't alter the truth. )

Kadaj understands her best.

( Yazoo tilts his head, rolls his shoulder in a shrug. It doesn't seem to bother him all that much: the Remnants weren't made to ask questions, nor to pick apart what information they were or weren't given by their maker, and the fact that Kadaj both knows the most and makes their decisions seems nothing less than natural to him. )

He knows things I don't. Things you taught him, about her.

( A pause. )

But you're right. She came from somewhere far, far beyond this place.