["Blah blah blah"? Sephiroth throws him a look for that. Definitely far from the most dedicated of instructors.
Then he returns his attention to the mannequin, and does something he usually avoids: he thinks about Hojo. Impossible to avoid any thought at all, but better not to linger in them, usually. There is a deep well of anger there. Some of it at himself, for ever feeling anything but hatred for the man.
He remembers their last encounter, another request to drop by the lab-- an irritating exchange, but he felt a rush of power when first he realized he could refuse those requests. All those years of compliance, not recognizing his own strength and how easily he could have killed the man, and one day Sephiroth is going to bring all of that to bear on him. This is... practice. There's more in him than the fool ever realized, and he's going to use that.
Sephiroth hasn't noticed it yet himself, but is there heat starting to gather around his hand? Maybe.]
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Then he returns his attention to the mannequin, and does something he usually avoids: he thinks about Hojo. Impossible to avoid any thought at all, but better not to linger in them, usually. There is a deep well of anger there. Some of it at himself, for ever feeling anything but hatred for the man.
He remembers their last encounter, another request to drop by the lab-- an irritating exchange, but he felt a rush of power when first he realized he could refuse those requests. All those years of compliance, not recognizing his own strength and how easily he could have killed the man, and one day Sephiroth is going to bring all of that to bear on him. This is... practice. There's more in him than the fool ever realized, and he's going to use that.
Sephiroth hasn't noticed it yet himself, but is there heat starting to gather around his hand? Maybe.]