[cloud hates to admit how much sephiroth knows, seemingly about everything. about himself.]
[the lack of vitriol has his back straightening as he slowly lowers his arm from equipping his sword at all (the buster sword, he makes note of). sephiroth's words offer no reprieve even if they enlighten some questions that may linger in his mind. an error in the flow, but what flow? his gaze is hard as he keeps staring over at sephiroth in nothing short of contempt.]
They aren't as colorful.
[he remarks, the watercolor aspect of stars and nebulae forming around them at a glacial pace.]
[and then he grimaces.]
Is any of this real? [finally, he drags one boot closer to the other, his stance relaxing a fraction, no longer defensive.] Are you real?
no subject
[the lack of vitriol has his back straightening as he slowly lowers his arm from equipping his sword at all (the buster sword, he makes note of). sephiroth's words offer no reprieve even if they enlighten some questions that may linger in his mind. an error in the flow, but what flow? his gaze is hard as he keeps staring over at sephiroth in nothing short of contempt.]
They aren't as colorful.
[he remarks, the watercolor aspect of stars and nebulae forming around them at a glacial pace.]
[and then he grimaces.]
Is any of this real? [finally, he drags one boot closer to the other, his stance relaxing a fraction, no longer defensive.] Are you real?