For a time it seems like this might be another such case of embracing the silence instead of the social obligation of chatter. Attempting to force himself out of his comfort zone was something generally done when there's no other choice, and surely it's not necessary to pursue here.
Easier, safer, more familiar to let quiet reign and hunt for a door or other useful spare parts.
His thoughts won't let him refocus on the task at hand, circling back again and again to the knowledge Zack has claimed Angeal gone sometime in the next few years and the implication of any reluctance about Genesis.
Sephiroth had no one else in his life that approached the value his friends possessed. The idea that one was gone was hard enough, that it might actually be both was so much worse.
He sets the radio and a rusted scavenged wrench on the hood of a crumpled vehicle, then turns to track Zack's location directly. It likely isn't going to be welcome when his voice breaks the silence again, utterly even and controlled. "What happened?"
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Easier, safer, more familiar to let quiet reign and hunt for a door or other useful spare parts.
His thoughts won't let him refocus on the task at hand, circling back again and again to the knowledge Zack has claimed Angeal gone sometime in the next few years and the implication of any reluctance about Genesis.
Sephiroth had no one else in his life that approached the value his friends possessed. The idea that one was gone was hard enough, that it might actually be both was so much worse.
He sets the radio and a rusted scavenged wrench on the hood of a crumpled vehicle, then turns to track Zack's location directly. It likely isn't going to be welcome when his voice breaks the silence again, utterly even and controlled. "What happened?"