[Still as a stone, Sephiroth remains in his seat. Arms folded, legs crossed, tipped just so against the back that his head can comfortably lean forward. It's about as much rest as he'll allow himself. He is otherwise alert-- acutely mindful of every noise, every shift. A million thoughts echo back and forth through his mind, trying desperately to make sense of even one thing.
He comes to no viable conclusions-- only more questions.
Zack stirs from time to time, and Sephiroth will spare a watchful glance or two, but it's not until he hears Zack's groggy voice that he sits up properly. He's anticipating resistance-- for that mournful and angry tone to bleed back into Zack's voice. Sephiroth steels himself, but then he looks and-- Zack's grinning at him. A surge of warmth - of relief - washes through his rib cage, spreading further and further out until it inevitably reaches the corners of his mouth and creeps into his eyes.
Never before did Sephiroth think he'd be so glad to see that twinkle of mischief in Zack's eyes--
Are you the angel sent to carry me home?
--and if a vibrant hum manages to press past Sephiroth's lips... well. Surely he's not laughing.]
Not quite. If anyone here deserves such a title-- [He nods his head towards the door.] --it would be the doctor.
[Gradually, however, Sephiroth's expression sobers. It doesn't need to be said, really, but--] You were... not in good shape.
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He comes to no viable conclusions-- only more questions.
Zack stirs from time to time, and Sephiroth will spare a watchful glance or two, but it's not until he hears Zack's groggy voice that he sits up properly. He's anticipating resistance-- for that mournful and angry tone to bleed back into Zack's voice. Sephiroth steels himself, but then he looks and-- Zack's grinning at him. A surge of warmth - of relief - washes through his rib cage, spreading further and further out until it inevitably reaches the corners of his mouth and creeps into his eyes.
Never before did Sephiroth think he'd be so glad to see that twinkle of mischief in Zack's eyes--
Are you the angel sent to carry me home?
--and if a vibrant hum manages to press past Sephiroth's lips... well. Surely he's not laughing.]
Not quite. If anyone here deserves such a title-- [He nods his head towards the door.] --it would be the doctor.
[Gradually, however, Sephiroth's expression sobers. It doesn't need to be said, really, but--] You were... not in good shape.