Sephiroth looks at the reflection still waiting for him on the next pane of glass. Cold, distant eyes with a glow he can pass off as 'the mark of SOLDIER' but which he's had since well before he joined.
"I am unlike others," he says, tossing his hair back as if for emphasis. "What a revelation."
His sarcastic observation does nothing to open the way, so he promptly smashes through the next mirror, leaving just one pane of glass between them and the way out. He'll move to smash that, too.
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"I am unlike others," he says, tossing his hair back as if for emphasis. "What a revelation."
His sarcastic observation does nothing to open the way, so he promptly smashes through the next mirror, leaving just one pane of glass between them and the way out. He'll move to smash that, too.