[From here, since Tumblr.]
It was an unexpected confession that Noctis found it almost completely uncharacteristic of Sephiroth. Then again, he shouldn’t be eavesdroping on another man’s personal conversations. It was hard not to though. He’d been loosing his mind over the sheer bordom from the inactivity around the Citadel and not being allowed to go out.
Noctis would quietly mutter “Is it really possible to not trust yourself..?” just as he peeked around the corner to get a better look.
Arms crossed and appearing some combination of attentive and completely exhausted, Sephiroth spoke to someone unclear from Noctis’ point of view; but between the coat (cape?) and the visible portion of the boots, it was someone of high standing. Sighing deeply, he finally scrubbed at his face with one hand before pulling long silver hair back over his shoulder.
“I’ll have to go back to Niflheim if you want more information. It’s--” Cutting himself off, Sephiroth narrowly avoided spotting the prince as he glanced around. “Nothing’s safe there, anymore. No paperwork or proof of citizenship is going to get me anywhere if there’s any indication I have ties with Lucis. I don’t know what I can promise you or His Majesty anymore, but my return isn’t assured.”
He spoke so easily about the fact, the possibility of his own death, but there wasn’t any hesitation. He simply nodded once, bowed, and walked past the other man to make his preparations.
