[the world does seem to move in time with sephiroth's own movements, and cloud does definitely feel that mirroring the movements come with a squeeze to his chest like that of exerting too much energy.]
Seems like you're keeping busy.
[cloud doesn't get it how sephiroth can be all these things, how he can claim to be all these things. there seems to be a chasm of solitude that stretches in this place, thus pulling them into a whirlwind of temporary peace. the masamune a part of sephiroth, its movement elegant despite its sharp edges, but despite it's presence there is no real threat that cloud can notice—that he thinks necessary to be wary of.]
[other than the man itself, that is.]
The flow? What flow?
[perhaps he can get something more than the cryptic answers the other seems to enjoy giving him. he pauses, barely two steps taken.] What do you care so much about me? I already told you that I have no intention on fighting fate with you.
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Seems like you're keeping busy.
[cloud doesn't get it how sephiroth can be all these things, how he can claim to be all these things. there seems to be a chasm of solitude that stretches in this place, thus pulling them into a whirlwind of temporary peace. the masamune a part of sephiroth, its movement elegant despite its sharp edges, but despite it's presence there is no real threat that cloud can notice—that he thinks necessary to be wary of.]
[other than the man itself, that is.]
The flow? What flow?
[perhaps he can get something more than the cryptic answers the other seems to enjoy giving him. he pauses, barely two steps taken.] What do you care so much about me? I already told you that I have no intention on fighting fate with you.