[He makes no indication that he even realized that Hilda approached him. Eyes were too busy picking out flaws in the engraved letters that formed the name of his one-time ally. Part of him wanted to kick it hard enough to topple it over, part of him knew that was his rage talking as it's beginning to build while he thinks of all the past work they did together.
There are a handful of other graves here that would merit such treatment, before this one.
Hilda is glimpsed at out of the corner of his eyes only for a fleeting second before he looks away. Sephiroth doesn't want to reply, at least not to start with so there is a prolonged silence. Eventually he speaks, lowly and somewhat mumbled.]
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There are a handful of other graves here that would merit such treatment, before this one.
Hilda is glimpsed at out of the corner of his eyes only for a fleeting second before he looks away. Sephiroth doesn't want to reply, at least not to start with so there is a prolonged silence. Eventually he speaks, lowly and somewhat mumbled.]
No more lonely than anyone else.