[ Anders seems unbothered by the look - was just about expecting it, actually, at this point. But if Sephiroth wanted someone dedicated and scholarly— Well, maybe he could've found someone. But on such short notice? Surely not.
Besides, it's not like Anders to repeat himself ad nauseam. And he expects Sephiroth to be a tired of the whole spiel by now as he is, too. If not yet of trying, apparently.
Anders sits back, admittedly only half-observing (his faith in this experiment is not so great, no matter how he enjoys the chance to talk magic). At least until he feels something shift, in the stale air. It's not like the magic he knows, a far cry from that familiar tug - but, still, he's certain he feels something change, a nagging certainty that pulls his focus sharply back to Sephiroth and the half-dressed dummy he's glowering at. ]
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Besides, it's not like Anders to repeat himself ad nauseam. And he expects Sephiroth to be a tired of the whole spiel by now as he is, too. If not yet of trying, apparently.
Anders sits back, admittedly only half-observing (his faith in this experiment is not so great, no matter how he enjoys the chance to talk magic). At least until he feels something shift, in the stale air. It's not like the magic he knows, a far cry from that familiar tug - but, still, he's certain he feels something change, a nagging certainty that pulls his focus sharply back to Sephiroth and the half-dressed dummy he's glowering at. ]