While she chewed on the last piece of her bread, a pensive look settled over her face. To an extent, she agreed that wishing and hoping wasn't going to really change anything. It wasn't going to convince anybody to give him, or her, a second chance. But belief and direct action just might.
"You're right. Wishing it'll get better won't do anything. But if you believe it will, and put that belief into every action you take from this moment on, things will change. Start small. Physical labour. Help the locals with menial things. I had the benefit of not having as....striking an appearance? So once I switched from my, honestly fabulous, suit to something more common, half the work was done."
It was a serious moment, sitting opposite of the man who burned a whole city to the ground and killed everyone in it. Unspeakable. Her own role in it was quiet, in the aftermath, putting the pieces together and doing damage control. Her hands weren't covered in soot, but they smelled like a bonfire. In spite of the context, she put forward a small smile.
"Braided hair and a new outfit, you could start turning it around tomorrow." Most of the world had moved on from what happened in Nibelheim five years ago, and a lot of that was due to Shinra investing time, money and manpower into covering it up.
More menacingly, the company that raised her and gave her a chance in this life would always find a way to shift and displace attention.
The recent sector 7 collapse was a devastating display of that. They could use the help but it was unwise to put Sephiroth that close to the source of all his woes.
North Corel was an option. Another victim of Shinra, though often overlooked. He could definitely find honest work there.
"Hm." Could he believe that? He might be able to make things better for others, in some ways. But would that help him feel better? Could he possibly believe that?
So much had happened since Nibelheim. It was true, much of the world didn't even know what had really happened there. Some hadn't even known he was supposed to be dead. But after all that had come later: Meteor, Geostigma, the Advent battle ... many more knew of him and his madness now. He doubted changing his hair and outfits would really help much.
"I'll have to think about it," he said. "I prefer my hair loose." Said in a complete deadpan.
"I do know of places where I could go to try to help others." Ironically, one such place might be Wutai. In his world, Godo had actually liked him and would welcome him there now that he was sane again. Wutai had been hit particularly hard by Meteor. Sephiroth trying to help put it back together seemed only right.
Of course, there was the additional problem that while Godo liked him, most of Wutai did not. Which had been the case even before Nibelheim.
He could also stay closer to Cloud, perhaps.... Although going right into Edge was likely a bad idea. Everyone surely knew what he looked like there by now and wouldn't want him around.
Another thought would be staying here for a while. Would that be a good idea, though? He might run into himself. Who knew what damage two Sephiroths could cause if they met and started to fight.
"... How long has it been since you've spoken with Cloud and the others?"
He was trying to gauge at what point in the timeline this was.
She should have probably been more unnerved by his question about when she last saw Cloud, but his behavior so far definitely told her that he wasn't a madman anymore. Perhaps the Lifestream couldn't hold him or make him assimilate, but it seemed to have contributed in some way to his calmer and more personable demeanor.
Still unsure what his intentions might be with Cloud, she made a note of how he didn't ask where he was. Just when she last saw him.
Harmless info, unless he's one of those genius types that can calculate travel time and estimate where the party would be.
"A few days ago. Less than a week." She effortlessly left out the parts about the shadowy wisps in the reactor ruins and how they nearly lost Tifa.
("You're more than welcome to think whatever theories you like. I'd appreciate it, though, if you didn't share them with the villagers. I enjoy a unique position in Gongaga. The big city girl with a mysterious past. Unless you spoil the fun for me. Know that I'm no enemy of yours, and I won't get in your way. So please. Just let me live my life.")
The Lifestream hadn't made him sane again, but what had done it was another strange story.
He could calculate approximations, at least. He assumed that in this world, the visit when Cloud and the rest had seen her was probably when they had also visited Zack's parents. That would mean Aerith was still alive then ... and might still be. Likely was.
Could he save her, if he tried? Could he stop the other him from killing her?
He had to try. Maybe, possibly, that was even why he had ended up in this other world, with a chance to actually change the outcome for one world ... even though not his own.
For now he tried to appear calm and not show the building worry he felt. He had no time to waste. He would have to fly to try to catch up with them.
"I see," he said.
He finished with his food and stood with a smile. "Thank you for your hospitality. The food was delicious. I will take my leave now so as not to trouble you further."
She might see him try to take flight if he didn't get far enough away before trying. He was more concerned about getting to them as soon as possible than he was about his wings being seen.
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
timeasmymeasure
no subject
Date: 2026-03-16 09:27 am (UTC)"You're right. Wishing it'll get better won't do anything. But if you believe it will, and put that belief into every action you take from this moment on, things will change. Start small. Physical labour. Help the locals with menial things. I had the benefit of not having as....striking an appearance? So once I switched from my, honestly fabulous, suit to something more common, half the work was done."
It was a serious moment, sitting opposite of the man who burned a whole city to the ground and killed everyone in it. Unspeakable. Her own role in it was quiet, in the aftermath, putting the pieces together and doing damage control. Her hands weren't covered in soot, but they smelled like a bonfire. In spite of the context, she put forward a small smile.
"Braided hair and a new outfit, you could start turning it around tomorrow." Most of the world had moved on from what happened in Nibelheim five years ago, and a lot of that was due to Shinra investing time, money and manpower into covering it up.
More menacingly, the company that raised her and gave her a chance in this life would always find a way to shift and displace attention.
The recent sector 7 collapse was a devastating display of that. They could use the help but it was unwise to put Sephiroth that close to the source of all his woes.
North Corel was an option. Another victim of Shinra, though often overlooked. He could definitely find honest work there.
no subject
Date: 2026-03-16 09:45 am (UTC)So much had happened since Nibelheim. It was true, much of the world didn't even know what had really happened there. Some hadn't even known he was supposed to be dead. But after all that had come later: Meteor, Geostigma, the Advent battle ... many more knew of him and his madness now. He doubted changing his hair and outfits would really help much.
"I'll have to think about it," he said. "I prefer my hair loose." Said in a complete deadpan.
"I do know of places where I could go to try to help others." Ironically, one such place might be Wutai. In his world, Godo had actually liked him and would welcome him there now that he was sane again. Wutai had been hit particularly hard by Meteor. Sephiroth trying to help put it back together seemed only right.
Of course, there was the additional problem that while Godo liked him, most of Wutai did not. Which had been the case even before Nibelheim.
He could also stay closer to Cloud, perhaps.... Although going right into Edge was likely a bad idea. Everyone surely knew what he looked like there by now and wouldn't want him around.
Another thought would be staying here for a while. Would that be a good idea, though? He might run into himself. Who knew what damage two Sephiroths could cause if they met and started to fight.
"... How long has it been since you've spoken with Cloud and the others?"
He was trying to gauge at what point in the timeline this was.
no subject
Date: 2026-03-16 12:07 pm (UTC)Still unsure what his intentions might be with Cloud, she made a note of how he didn't ask where he was. Just when she last saw him.
Harmless info, unless he's one of those genius types that can calculate travel time and estimate where the party would be.
"A few days ago. Less than a week." She effortlessly left out the parts about the shadowy wisps in the reactor ruins and how they nearly lost Tifa.
She trusted Cloud to keep her secret.
Like she could keep Sephiroth's, if he so wished.
no subject
Date: 2026-03-16 07:34 pm (UTC)He could calculate approximations, at least. He assumed that in this world, the visit when Cloud and the rest had seen her was probably when they had also visited Zack's parents. That would mean Aerith was still alive then ... and might still be. Likely was.
Could he save her, if he tried? Could he stop the other him from killing her?
He had to try. Maybe, possibly, that was even why he had ended up in this other world, with a chance to actually change the outcome for one world ... even though not his own.
For now he tried to appear calm and not show the building worry he felt. He had no time to waste. He would have to fly to try to catch up with them.
"I see," he said.
He finished with his food and stood with a smile. "Thank you for your hospitality. The food was delicious. I will take my leave now so as not to trouble you further."
She might see him try to take flight if he didn't get far enough away before trying. He was more concerned about getting to them as soon as possible than he was about his wings being seen.