-- feels like forever
08-28-2013, 08:22 PM
Ocean swirled orbs watched, ears twitched slightly as he sat immobile. He watched Angeal with great caution. His eyes searching his hungrily for the answer he sought. Would he finally learn why his mentor had left? Was it his fault? Did Sephiroth do something for him to leave? All he did was try to become the best soldier that Angeal had taught him to be...was it not enough? The slender bodied male moved forward slightly, stopping a few feet away to sit as he caught his mentor ready to speak. Now was the time for truth, for the reason behind his disappearance. And Sephiroths abandonment. He listened, dual gaze never leaving Angeal. A smirk twitched at his lips as an unknown part of Angeal emerged. A tease in his words that was new to hear from his mentors lips. Never in his life had he ever heard him speak like that, and it made Sephiroth feel a twinge of envy. What had he been up to that made him change so? And for the better it seemed. But that was good, his Mentor deserved as much. He listened then after a moment or two of silence, then Angeal spoke. He told him that he hated himself. Hated what he had become. Was Sephiroth that blind to see how his mentor was? Among others of course...himself included. He supposed they did change...since leaving their pack. Sephiroth had only known the life within that wretched pack. The psychotic she-wolf who called herself a "mother." He silently let out a curse at that dame. But she was long gone and far away now. When he thought about it, their pack really did revolve around creating machines of war. Breeding constantly to always have a fresh supply of new warriors to brainwash. But...then, he was too blind to see it. And now? He still wasn't so sure. It was all he knew... Silvery ears perked up as Angeal turned on him, a question? "Do you think that you could be happy without being a warrior?" The question caught the male off guard...he had never thought about it before. Could he really be happy without being a warrior? The question struck him as almost impossible to answer...but then, a flicker of thought crossed his mind. He thought about the young one named Seraphine. The way she carried herself so bravely, offering him her help to find those that were lost to him. All he had known was a life of fighting...but for what purpose? He thought it was to protect and fight for his pack...but then, he killed without unjust cause. Blue-green eyes flickered as he stared at the bands on his legs. The reminders...he remembered to what Seraphine had said. That he didn't fail, he had attempted to lead the enemies away to save those he could. The more he thought, the more he would think of an answer for the black man before him. Finally, his head raised. And with great determination, the same that Seraphine had shown him when they met, he answered. "I...would remain a warrior. But...to protect those from harm. Not to hurt and kill with an unjust cause. The life of a warrior is all I know, and with recent events...I would use my skills for good." He hoped then, that his answer was a good one. To persuade his former mentor that he meant the truth in what he said. If he hadn't met the young girl before finding Angeal, then his answer would not have been just. Or...maybe no answer at all. Eyes stared back at his mentor, his answer final. Speech Thought Others |