[He is used to running across Ciri now and again, even if their meetings are brief and in passing. But it is always anchoring to see a familiar face, one of the very few he should call a friend within the Free Cities, and perhaps that's all the more reason why he begins to worry when he doesn't come across her for an unusual amount of time.
Sephiroth considers if he should send her message to check on her. He then considers if she would appreciate it or find it grating, as though he is owed an explanation for her departure. What business is it of his?
And yet he worries; it gnaws at him. He thinks of Cloud's disappearance, and if the same should apply in this case. Or the monsters spread across the desert, and how one job gone bad could mean the swift end of any who make their coin hunting them down. And finally, after far too much back-and-forth in his own mind, he wonders why it matters at all — he had never cared for keeping up appearances, and it is not like him to fuss over whether or not he might insult her by sending a simple message to check—
Finally, after severing all of his deliberations:]
during ciri's misadventures!
Sephiroth considers if he should send her message to check on her. He then considers if she would appreciate it or find it grating, as though he is owed an explanation for her departure. What business is it of his?
And yet he worries; it gnaws at him. He thinks of Cloud's disappearance, and if the same should apply in this case. Or the monsters spread across the desert, and how one job gone bad could mean the swift end of any who make their coin hunting them down. And finally, after far too much back-and-forth in his own mind, he wonders why it matters at all — he had never cared for keeping up appearances, and it is not like him to fuss over whether or not he might insult her by sending a simple message to check—
Finally, after severing all of his deliberations:]
Ciri, where are you?