damned_institute | Day 27: Sun Room (4th Shift)

Momo's mind was turning over all the possibilities surrounding this "field trip" to the surrounding town when she settled down in the corner of the Sun Room away from the Arts & Crafts room. She curled her legs underneath her as she waited for Shouko-san to find her. The shinigami had no idea what she looked like, so she kept an eye on all those entering the room.

It was still very cold, or at least she was cold, and the momentary thought of getting her coat from her own room passed through her mind amidst the field trip thoughts. She pushed it away and decided to deal with it being as cold as it was since she'd already been late to one meeting today and didn't want to start making it a habit.

As she waited, she pondered the next day's possibilities. Maybe, just maybe, once away from the institute the shinigami will have access to their full reiatsu. And if not, maybe they'll have a better idea of how they are being limited so much. Maybe Aizen would be able to find her then. He'd save her... right? Right?

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Sephiroth didn't move as Cloud retreated from him, remaining still at the window. If he hadn't spoken, one could have thought him nothing more than a statue for all the motion he made.

"I do not need to manipulate you anymore than I need to Kadaj. He is a part of me, and without me, he is incomplete. He may grasp at whatever he likes, trying to fill that void, but nothing will, and he knows it despite how much he objects. He sought Mother, but you and I both know that what he was seeking was my resurrection."

He finally did turn then, pupils widening and then thinning again as he focused on Cloud. Thankfully, he didn't move towards the other, staying where he was.

"Tell me, what did you feel the moment you saw me again after all that time? Did you feel loathing? Fear? Or did you feel some brand of relief that finally... finally, all the pieces could fall where they were supposed to? That is, before that side of you that clings to the humans took over. What did you feel then?"

Cloud slowly raised his head to stare over at Sephiroth, forcing himself to gain some measure of composure again. He met Sephiroth’s gaze squarely again, pushing off the wall to stand, clenching a fist at his side before even that faded down to a much more neutral position.

He shook his head a little, pushing out the questions before they even had time to settle in his mind. His eyes flicked to the wall beside him as he forced his mind to remain focused. He could not be swayed and pushed around by Sephiroth; people were relying on him to be strong and face the adversity.

“You do not care how I feel,” he stated and looked back at Sephiroth. “What I felt when I saw you was that I knew, looking at how your guard was down, how easy it would be to finish you off again… for a third time.” He pushed a hand through his hair and glanced to the window. “And even if I felt something else, it does not matter.”

"Perhaps that is why you disappoint me so often, because you believe that I do not care. Have you ever known me to pursue or bother with something that holds no interest for me?"

Sephiroth chuckled quickly, a low rumble in his chest. He turned back to the window then, arms crossing loosely again. Outside the view was most uninteresting, merely trees and more trees. There didn't seem to be anything out there that would hold Sephiroth's attention so unless on counted the ghostly reflections of themselves in the glass.

"It matters. As I said, I am patient. I can wait. In time you will realize that I am right. Your path will always lead you back to me. That is inevitable. I am the darkness to your light if you wish, and one cannot exist without the other. Take your time. I have proved that I have nothing but that."

Cloud felt the air catch in his lungs for a moment as he considered that. He did not want to, but it wormed into his head before he could stop it. Did Sephiroth care about him at all? He never thought that Sephiroth had the capacity to care for anything, least of all him.

However, he knew from the years of experience that Sephiroth did seem to pay a special bit of attention to him. It had been the Reunion first, but even after he had broken free, Sephiroth had haunted his footsteps with constant battering and infections. Geostigma had nearly dragged him back. No, Sephiroth had some interest in him; that much he could not deny even if he wanted to.

“I hardly consider your pursuit of me to be in a caring capacity,” he murmured. He rubbed his shoulder uncomfortably and had a feeling that his path would lead back. “What do you mean by that… the darkness to my light?”

"Do I strike you as the caring type either? I am not human, nor will I ever be."

He didn't answer Cloud at first, master of taking a pause to let his words sink in before speaking again. In his mind, the mistake most humans made was rushing things. He had all of eternity if necessary.

"I mean that you are determined to be light, to be good, and yet you want your darkness that is in me. Have you not heard of the human's theory that one cannot exist without the other? One constantly revolves with other, incomplete until they merge. They could explain it more I imagine."

Sephiroth waved a hand, not too concerned with the theories behind it all. He knew the basics of it. What else did he need?

"You ask me these questions when you know the truth of it, merely wanting me to speak the words to absolve you of any guilt or take no blame for your actions. You will come to me this time. I will not to you as I have before."

“No,” Cloud said simply. He doubted he could ever consider Sephiroth to be caring for anything more than himself. “I contest that,” he softly added. “You started just as human as the rest of us.”

He wanted no darkness; his life would be so much simpler if there was no darkness to haunt him. He doubted that it he could ever escape that darkness for as long as Sephiroth decided to come back though. “Until they merge? You and I will never come close to doing that,” he replied. The theory was as far as it would probably go before they went back to fighting.

“I have already forgiven myself,” he said. He had nothing else to forgive anymore, and that would lend him strength. “So, we are back to the original years of me chasing after you then? I have no reason to chase you unless you continue on the path you were before.”

"I was never human."

The first real sign of being offended appeared and vanished quickly from Sephiroth's cold visage. Now was not the moment to be moved by such things as anger. Lifting his head, that sharp smile came back.

"Tell yourself what you like, but you know the truth. Go back to your friends now or to whatever pleases you. Take what time you wish. I will not stop you."

He waved a hand, letting Cloud leave if he wished. Sephiroth himself remained staring out the window, his expression blank and gaze distant as if Cloud were not there at all.

Cloud sensed the small flash from Sephiroth, a rare moment of emotion. So, that was the key to getting under the other man’s skin. Humanness… Sephiroth wanted to be apart from everything that was human. Not being human probably meant that Sephiroth did not have to consider sins as everyone else did.

He cast his eyes aside at the dismissal, but there was nothing more to discuss apparently. His head was crowded with thoughts and unanswered questions, wavering desires and falsified feelings. He needed the time to sort things out for himself before anything more could come to pass. Would he really come in pursuit of Sephiroth again?

He walked away, pausing as he paused at Sephiroth’s back. “You were human once… just like I was,” he murmured before he walked away and left Sephiroth to stare out the window.

"I was never human. You cling to yours like a weeping woman with a dead lover. Let it go. It serves you nothing to mourn what was lost long ago. You are more like me than them."

That glimmer of anger came and went again, a tightening of his hands into fists before he forced them to relax. He disliked humanity on the whole, them and their traitorous ways. They had left Mother to die in theirs stead, enslaving her to power a corporation. Were they capable, Sephiroth didn't doubt in the least that they would do the same to him.

Day 27: Sun Room (4th Shift)

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