Starter || Sephiroth and Zack
A month it had been, so far.
A month since Zack’s fateful mission to Modeoheim. A month of reports of success and fairly in their fight against Genesis. A month of updates to SOLDIERs missing, and defected, and rising, and falling. A month of smaller missions, and tight-nit assignments to keep progress and failure under wraps. A month since the Buster Sword...found a new master. It was a month since Angeal died, and Sephiroth had yet to show despair for such events. But just as he did not show despair, he had yet to speak of it.
But though it did not show outwardly, this fact of his life never left his mind. He did not allow it to blind him, or weaken him before his duties, even if the turn of events led him to question things. No, he had his part to play, it was his purpose, serving as SOLDIER. Perhaps he did not reflect the honor of the man who fell to corruption and the consequences of his own honor...but he was committed, no matter what was gained or lost. Because that is what was meant of his existence, he felt.
His mind, however, in small whispers, or heavy thoughts when he was left alone, was weighed down by this. Things he never considered he’d loose, had been torn away from him, all by the very wills of the men he lost themselves. And he blamed them for it, yet found himself knowing there was blame meant for others as well. But he could not allow that blame to consume him, and so the thoughts and feelings were buried, and the mission, any mission, was made the most important.
That, and what he had left.
It was an empty day, when he found himself hunting down Zack Fair, feeling rather sure he’d find him taking a moment to himself in the training room--memories had there, as well as simulations that could be applied, seemed to have pulled him there once or twice that Sephiroth had noticed. He had tried to ignore it after Zack returned from his mission, admittedly. He saw the young SOLDIERs pain, and couldn’t bear the sight of it so soon, most certainly not with the Buster strapped to his back. But now it was time.
He entered, finding a simulation going, but he could not see what the scene was just yet--it seemed to perhaps be a covert op run, and a sense of dread filled him as he imagined it may have been programmed to add in Angeal, and he wasn’t sure how he’d face seeing that, and so he searched for Zack himself. He didn’t speak, so as to not affect the simulation, and he stayed in the shadows, wondering and, to a certain degree, worrying.
|| @dreamsofasoldier ||
