[The sword he’s been carrying—the one he now rests with its uneven tip perched on the ground, held at balance with a firm hand around its hilt—is heavy. Not with weight and size, though there is certainly plenty of that to its shape and form, laden instead with the burden of memory, of the sentiment of an old friend who's lost to him, and a current friend with whom he’s lost a degree of trust, for how badly his future treats him. To Sephiroth, it manifests as almost physical, as though the Buster Sword has a gravity pull of its own, and he’s been flung into its orbit via a rolling wave of guilt. It’s constricting, in a way, to look at it, and even more so to carry it through the streets until he reaches a certain household, where a certain individual lives. A millstone around his neck, though he knows logically, it’s only a sword.
But it was never only a sword, not to either of the men who carried it.
No warning from Sephiroth, no desire to send a text message to prepare Zack for his arrival. He is blunt in all things, to the point where the force of it can be jarring — this is easily another example of such, perhaps taking strides to avoid preemptive texts in a cruelly efficient way. In the end, it’s to spare them both from that discomfort that might churn in them beforehand. It makes this an easier, more straightforward transaction-exchange, though maybe he’s too hopeful that it’ll be so easy.
He wastes no time in announcing himself with three firm knocks at the door.]
action;
But it was never only a sword, not to either of the men who carried it.
No warning from Sephiroth, no desire to send a text message to prepare Zack for his arrival. He is blunt in all things, to the point where the force of it can be jarring — this is easily another example of such, perhaps taking strides to avoid preemptive texts in a cruelly efficient way. In the end, it’s to spare them both from that discomfort that might churn in them beforehand. It makes this an easier, more straightforward transaction-exchange, though maybe he’s too hopeful that it’ll be so easy.
He wastes no time in announcing himself with three firm knocks at the door.]