Tseng tilts his head, letting Rufus in. He knows the way that Rufus likes it: hard and breathless, sharp with passion. Perhaps the better idea would be to treat him with a certain amount of fragility, after what he's been through, but Tseng does not even consider it. No, he thinks, Rufus needs this.
"He can kill you," he says, pressing a kiss to the corner of Rufus's mouth. "He most likely will, without a certain amount of leverage on our side."
And then that begs the question: how does one secure leverage on a god? Sephiroth holds no ties to humanity anymore. The thing he has become is so far beyond what they know. He cannot contemplate what it means to exist as Sephiroth does.
But perhaps... Perhaps he isn't so far removed as he thinks he is.
"He favors a SOLDIER," Tseng says. He amends, "Someone who was a SOLDIER. Your father cut ties with him in a fairly extraordinary display. I do not think he will be willing to partner with us voluntarily."
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"He can kill you," he says, pressing a kiss to the corner of Rufus's mouth. "He most likely will, without a certain amount of leverage on our side."
And then that begs the question: how does one secure leverage on a god? Sephiroth holds no ties to humanity anymore. The thing he has become is so far beyond what they know. He cannot contemplate what it means to exist as Sephiroth does.
But perhaps... Perhaps he isn't so far removed as he thinks he is.
"He favors a SOLDIER," Tseng says. He amends, "Someone who was a SOLDIER. Your father cut ties with him in a fairly extraordinary display. I do not think he will be willing to partner with us voluntarily."