[Cloud’s anger begins to brim, seething and splashing over the edges of his composure. Sephiroth welcomes it, in a way that he knows it’s the core of Cloud’s strength — as he is now, the only real thing that keeps him pressing forward. He is glad for Nibelheim, a time that seems so far away, another lifetime ago.
In a way, maybe it was.
Their surroundings shift. The town fish-eyes and warps, leaving them only on mountainous ground. Below them, the light of a village caught aflame; above, the tall, metallic lines of the Mt. Nibel reactor, cast against the sky like a stain on the horizon.]
I did it for Mother.
[All for her, spilling his own anger at those who betrayed her, that little town filled with little people who thought they could house her in a glass cage.]
Is that what you wish to do now? Attack me? I’d welcome it if you did.
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In a way, maybe it was.
Their surroundings shift. The town fish-eyes and warps, leaving them only on mountainous ground. Below them, the light of a village caught aflame; above, the tall, metallic lines of the Mt. Nibel reactor, cast against the sky like a stain on the horizon.]
I did it for Mother.
[All for her, spilling his own anger at those who betrayed her, that little town filled with little people who thought they could house her in a glass cage.]
Is that what you wish to do now? Attack me? I’d welcome it if you did.
[Masamune lifts, its point shining at Cloud.]
I always do.