Rather than retaliation...Sephiroth simply laughs. "Has Zack said that, too?" he asks, smiling. It's the first thought that comes to mind - if anyone would say something like that, it'd be Zack. "It simply hadn't occurred to me before..."
But clearly, it's a remark Cloud gets a lot. Enough to be at least mildly peeved by it.
In the meantime, Sephiroth's hands move to Cloud's chest, running leather-clad fingers along his muscles...though they stop at that scar. And, for a moment...not even the rain's effects can entirely shut down Sephiroth's memory, his guilt. His expression becomes quieter, sadder. "I did this," he murmurs, tracing the scar. "My sword..."
Nothing he'd done in Nibelheim that day has ever sat right with Sephiroth as he was before Jenova ensnared him. But until now, stabbing Cloud had somehow seemed the least of it - perhaps because the man had survived, and that injury had in fact been the instrument of Sephiroth's own necessary downfall. But now, seeing the scar...there's nothing 'least' about it.
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But clearly, it's a remark Cloud gets a lot. Enough to be at least mildly peeved by it.
In the meantime, Sephiroth's hands move to Cloud's chest, running leather-clad fingers along his muscles...though they stop at that scar. And, for a moment...not even the rain's effects can entirely shut down Sephiroth's memory, his guilt. His expression becomes quieter, sadder. "I did this," he murmurs, tracing the scar. "My sword..."
Nothing he'd done in Nibelheim that day has ever sat right with Sephiroth as he was before Jenova ensnared him. But until now, stabbing Cloud had somehow seemed the least of it - perhaps because the man had survived, and that injury had in fact been the instrument of Sephiroth's own necessary downfall. But now, seeing the scar...there's nothing 'least' about it.