Endgame: This Broken Jaw of Our Lost Kingdoms; Part One

[animusmods]

Characters: open to those trapped in cells
Setting: the cells
Format: any
Summary: Those left abandoned in the Tower have some time to speak to each other. In the middle of the room, a clock counts down...
Warnings: general animus endgame warnings

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[neverbeamemory]

[He flicks a look over at Loken but doesn't hold his gaze. Too easily his attention is drawn by the timer in the middle of the room. Sephiroth rolls his head back against the wall he's sat against, he's going to have to move some soon before all this sitting becomes more uncomfortable. Whatever is coming, he doesn't want to be stiff from power loss when that moment comes.]

Astartes hm? Whatever relevance that holds now.

[greyerrant]

It holds every bit of relevance. [ He clenches a fist, straining to breathe. ]

Because in the end, in the dark, that is who you really are. How you face this moment.

[neverbeamemory]

Sure, just continue to hold onto that if it suits you.

[Not that Sephiroth will be doing any such thing, being lost to darkness is not something he can ever allow himself to accept. He must find a way even out of his predicament. He has been patient and waited for all this time. Whatever is coming, he can't now let it beat him.

He's come out of too many games relatively unscathed and intends to do the same here. No matter how grumpy Ruana might be now.]

Who we are is not how we face oblivion.

[greyerrant]

What could define us more?

[ Another wheezing breath. ]

[neverbeamemory]

[He couldn't care for the wheezing, it's all fake anyway.]

How we go through it and out of the other side.

[greyerrant]

If that is possible, I'll cede that might be more. But I can't... say that will happen, not now.

[neverbeamemory]

The question is, could you still remain when everything else is stripped away.

[Since Sephiroth has no doubt, that whatever happens when the timer goes out, whatever it is she wants to show them, will be set up to break them as far as possible. Either into submission or total oblivion.

He intends to do neither.]

[greyerrant]

That's a question i've already answered. Even at the end of all things I was Cerberus. This cheap succession of parlor tricks is hilariously ineffective at moving me. I'm just annoyed... and a little tired.

[neverbeamemory]

[Indeed he has.]

It has been a long path on the way to this point.

[Sephiroth doesn't want to even think about how tired his own soul might be. He has to carry on, now most of all.]

[greyerrant]

Not so long when you've fought for a hundred years or more, but I understand your point. There is something intimately nasty about this tower.

[neverbeamemory]

At least we know for sure that it's intended that way. In all the infuriating glory that it has been.