( 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.
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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.