Chequered Colloquy | Sephiroth & Queen
It had been a slow day.
Sephiroth reclined back in the armchair and lazily, turned a page of the book that he was reading. He had finished his mission with Leonhart a few days ago and it was his realisation, again, that he was still yet unfamiliar about the different terrains on Gran Pulse. Thus, he had come here, the HQ’s library, after dinner for research. It was information that could be vital in his next mission, yet the intense focus that he would have normally placed on such a matter of importance eluded him, for reasons still yet unknown, or rather, not analysed and understood, but he had no inclination to resolve those issues yet.
So far the day had gone by smoothly and normally, but the pace was uneasily slow; he was used to his superiors in SOLDIER linking missions after missions, barely giving him time to rest and reflect. There was only sufficient time to analyse the problems encountered, and think up solutions for the problems so that those problems would not surface again next time. However, this period of time after the mission to the Sulyya Springs was too long; his reflections had almost gone from technicality to something far deeper, almost.
There is no space for regret. What was done is done.
He turned yet another page of the book using the tips of his thumb and index finger, feeling the texture and creases of the parchment. He would re-read this book tomorrow morning; whatever knowledge he dug from his book tonight would definitely be forgotten clean by the time the sun rose and his dreams, nightmares, faded.