[He nods, taking the mug, though he doesn’t feel the need to request anything stronger. It would be a moot point, considering he’d have to bleed their whole supply dry were Sephiroth to feel any effect, but the offer is appreciated all the same.
Again, he fills the air with silence, knowing that it’s better suited to conversation, but he’s sorting through his words, not completely sure how to enunciate how he’s feeling about the whole matter. In the interim, he eats what she’s laid out for him—whatever is closest—allowing for some time to fill his stomach before, finally:]
Do you think it’s realistic to expect to find him? Out in the desert.
[Sephiroth is pragmatic, sometimes unforgivingly so. Even now, holding out a little hope, he knows the answer is not as kind.]
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Again, he fills the air with silence, knowing that it’s better suited to conversation, but he’s sorting through his words, not completely sure how to enunciate how he’s feeling about the whole matter. In the interim, he eats what she’s laid out for him—whatever is closest—allowing for some time to fill his stomach before, finally:]
Do you think it’s realistic to expect to find him? Out in the desert.
[Sephiroth is pragmatic, sometimes unforgivingly so. Even now, holding out a little hope, he knows the answer is not as kind.]