Getting that specific blond man's assistance with anything might be entertaining to watch. Sephiroth's impression of him was one of misanthropic generalized hatred for everyone and everything.
His twin might be another case entirely, but Vash hadn't really popped up as noteworthy on Sephiroth's mental radar. "...No offense meant," he adds after a long thoughtful pause. Vincent knew who he was, and at least the public rumors, so it really shouldn't be a surprise that he felt he could handle the ex-Turk easily, but being a monster.. being a literal actual monster could change things.
If he lost intellect to instinct..
With boots back on he rises easily to his feet, with a grace that belies the discomfort in changed joints at doing so. The long heavy coat remains where it is for now, in favor of retrieving filled bottles; it's still a short walk back to the truck to stash them for the convoy, and no time like the present.
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His twin might be another case entirely, but Vash hadn't really popped up as noteworthy on Sephiroth's mental radar. "...No offense meant," he adds after a long thoughtful pause. Vincent knew who he was, and at least the public rumors, so it really shouldn't be a surprise that he felt he could handle the ex-Turk easily, but being a monster.. being a literal actual monster could change things.
If he lost intellect to instinct..
With boots back on he rises easily to his feet, with a grace that belies the discomfort in changed joints at doing so. The long heavy coat remains where it is for now, in favor of retrieving filled bottles; it's still a short walk back to the truck to stash them for the convoy, and no time like the present.