[Which is exactly the glare Sephiroth had been trying to avoid. He draws a long breath as if it might help him to weather the verbal barrage which follows. At this point he's struggling to stay conscious, and is in no condition for a Ryoji-level disagreement.]
You're right. You wouldn't accept it.
[Damned if he wasn't going to be transparent, damned if he did. Sephiroth himself questions now whether that in itself really mattered anymore. Watching Ryoji finish up he retracts his forearm into being curled around the front of his body at the first opportunity.
And then the boy attacks his honesty. A bitter lump forms in the back of Sephiroth's throat; if there is one thing he has always been, it's brutally honest. This isn't like him and he doesn't like it about himself, as evident by the drooping scowl which tries to creep across his face.]
Alright. [Ryoji has just stitched him up-] I told him, that I didn't care about anyone else.
[It's the simplest way of putting it, this truth. And about all he can manage at this point.]
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You're right. You wouldn't accept it.
[Damned if he wasn't going to be transparent, damned if he did. Sephiroth himself questions now whether that in itself really mattered anymore. Watching Ryoji finish up he retracts his forearm into being curled around the front of his body at the first opportunity.
And then the boy attacks his honesty. A bitter lump forms in the back of Sephiroth's throat; if there is one thing he has always been, it's brutally honest. This isn't like him and he doesn't like it about himself, as evident by the drooping scowl which tries to creep across his face.]
Alright. [Ryoji has just stitched him up-] I told him, that I didn't care about anyone else.
[It's the simplest way of putting it, this truth. And about all he can manage at this point.]