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]

Hmph, just like everything else.

[He agrees, but it's that doubt, that Jason had first put in Sephiroth's mind that has had time to germinate now. Did anyone ever stop to really think about all this, before acting?

Was he still missing something, even now? Since the initial Glamour drop they have all been pushed for time - could some theories have needed more consideration? Doubts like this are poison at this point.]

I have no doubt at all, but it's now the result we need to be concerned with.

[chevalier_mal_fet]

Do you propose some Action? Or is it a Defense?

The difficulty lies in Prediction. At which we have failed thus Far.
If you have insight-- I would hear it.

[For he knows there is Insight there, as well as bitter Madness.]

[neverbeamemory]

To propose any action other than defense, given our circumstances now, would be rather too hopeful for me to put much faith in.

[Lancelot is right as ever and out of all the people here, Sephiroth sounds the least bitter when he talks to his old room mate. The two have sparred many a time, shared thoughts more often than Sephiroth has most others in this Tower.]

What sort of insight are you expecting to hear, Lancelot?

[chevalier_mal_fet]

[There is a pause as Lancelot waits for an answer to reveal itself. When he finally speaks, there is a low tone of wry amusement in the Words.]
In truth-- I do not know. It is possible that the Time for Insights to Serve us has Past, and that now we must only Act and React. So, Defense it is, and the Prayer that some misstep may tip the Scales in our Favor.

Would you call that enough to build Faith upon, Sephiroth. I confess I have built upon less.

[neverbeamemory]

I'm not one to believe in happy accidents.

[Somewhat contrarily, Sephiroth is more than deadly serious. He never did connect well with even distorted amusement; to laugh, in any way at their circumstances would be the first step towards acceptance of them. At least that's the way he saw it.]

I am, however, prepared to still be patient and lie in wait for that opportunity which must inevitably present itself.