[Sephiroth's frame turned to Luke then, or more rather peered over it's shoulder at him. Eyes narrowed and trying to ascertain if perhaps this one were trying to make some sort of joke.
Friends. Who needs them. Quite clearly they are all their own souls, inside their own cages and it would be up to only the individual to break it. Most probably wouldn't even be strong enough.]
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Friends. Who needs them. Quite clearly they are all their own souls, inside their own cages and it would be up to only the individual to break it. Most probably wouldn't even be strong enough.]
I'd rather not.