[Every word, every accusation, every jarring revelation, might as well be sharpened steel lodging between his ribs. He cannot deny any of it, and so Sephiroth stands there still and stoic, his brow pulling downward but his body language revealing nothing.
He had left. He had made that decision for the both of them without any discussion or warning. And now, years later, seeing Cloud again and learning that he’s found himself with Rufus Shinra of all people—
He has no right to be upset, he knows that. Sephiroth said it himself, that he did not expect Cloud to wait years for him, for something that he killed with his own two hands. But he cannot help it; Sephiroth imagines Cloud on Rufus’ arm, Cloud spending time in Rufus’ penthouse apartment somewhere high above the Upper Plate, Cloud sharing Rufus’ bed, and an unwanted malaise gnaws through him like a disease.]
Him? [—is all he can say at first. All his mind will allow for now.] Why?
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He had left. He had made that decision for the both of them without any discussion or warning. And now, years later, seeing Cloud again and learning that he’s found himself with Rufus Shinra of all people—
He has no right to be upset, he knows that. Sephiroth said it himself, that he did not expect Cloud to wait years for him, for something that he killed with his own two hands. But he cannot help it; Sephiroth imagines Cloud on Rufus’ arm, Cloud spending time in Rufus’ penthouse apartment somewhere high above the Upper Plate, Cloud sharing Rufus’ bed, and an unwanted malaise gnaws through him like a disease.]
Him? [—is all he can say at first. All his mind will allow for now.] Why?