Taking the long road home

[bloodyashes]

Characters: Anyone. Everyone.
Setting: The few days after the event, throughout the Tower as you will.
Format: Mingle! Assign your own dates/locations/etc, tag yourself, do as you do.
Summary: Jason's dead. So are a lot of other people. Fallout and picking up the pieces.
Warnings: Discussion of death and cannibalism inevitable.

[Catch-all for events following the Event. Discuss Jason's death and its consequences, come back from the dead, party?, quiver in fear?, take a long, hot bath. Whatever it is you do, do it here.]

Comments

[no_longer_a_king]

You have been here almost a day.

[She assumes that's what he means. As for how long she's been here: nearly as long. Her hand had been removed when he laid back down, returning to her lap.]

You need at least another of rest if you don't want to strain yourself.

[neverbeamemory]

[That works. Not exactly what he'd wanted to know but close enough. Sephiroth blows the rest of that hiss out through gritted teeth as he shifts a little on the bench, though realistically he already knows that he'll never be able to settle really back down to like he was when he was sleeping.

Arturia's advise is met with a tired sneer. He doesn't need to be resting, stuck on this floor in particular, for another hour let alone another whole day. Besides, what could she know about his regenerative state.]

I can't stay here.

[Not with all those chipped units, and other residents milling around still. He's vulnerable and so needs to get somewhere else]

[no_longer_a_king]

I'll make sure no one disturbs you.

[After all she's heard, she knows he has enemies. She knows it'd probably be best to let him go, but he couldn't even sit up properly. What sort of person would she be to let him leave this floor when he could very wind up hurt all over again on the way to his dorm room.]

At least rest until it does not hurt just to sit up.

[neverbeamemory]

[Arturia's logic is sound. Though Sephiroth knows the way well enough to his dormitory from here, the fact that he couldn't even sit up at this point means he really couldn't be going anywhere with such haste as he wants to.

Much less defend himself. Carefully he tests the lower part of his body, crunching the toes of one bare foot and then the other. At least the damage to his frame wasn't so extensive as all that. It shouldn't be long at all. Then he sweeps his gaze over the deeper lacerations which are now bound up. Eyes slowly raise then to Arturia once more.]

It's done then. For good or worse. He's gone.

[Questions about why or how she had come to help him in this way, would be for later.]