Silence falls on the other side of the door. He'd gained a response, and that was enough for the moment. In another several he'd likely try again, persistent whether or not he's wanted there, and even more annoyingly if necessary go find someone else to help him in that goal.
But any such effort is stalled by the door being yanked open, and on the other side is ... someone not faring well with their monster changes, at a guess, and Sephiroth studies the SecUnit for a long measuring handful of seconds.
And there's shards of something on the bed and floor, metallic and strange but still a bit familiar, like he'd seen them before. But only ever intact, in pieces like this is new. Habit means looking for signs of injury alongside signs of transformation, but there's no bleeding wounds, no missing limbs that he can tell, just signs of what he'd have guessed to be barely controlled distress were he dealing with a human.
He relied on that tightly controlled blankness often himself. "Are you compromised?" For all that the question can be taken countless different ways, it's pitched strangely gently.
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But any such effort is stalled by the door being yanked open, and on the other side is ... someone not faring well with their monster changes, at a guess, and Sephiroth studies the SecUnit for a long measuring handful of seconds.
And there's shards of something on the bed and floor, metallic and strange but still a bit familiar, like he'd seen them before. But only ever intact, in pieces like this is new. Habit means looking for signs of injury alongside signs of transformation, but there's no bleeding wounds, no missing limbs that he can tell, just signs of what he'd have guessed to be barely controlled distress were he dealing with a human.
He relied on that tightly controlled blankness often himself. "Are you compromised?" For all that the question can be taken countless different ways, it's pitched strangely gently.