[Good companions? Debatable, he thinks. Entertainers? Dependent upon what one considers entertaining. Craftsmen? For some reason, he cannot seem to give them even glancing credit, finding it difficult to believe, what with their clumsy-looking bodies and noisy exclamations.
Sephiroth will not question it, however. It seem as though this is her creation, and thus the Moogles, as well -- they are what she makes them to be.]
The Shroud?
[Home? Sephiroth's expression scrunches for the first time, casting shadows. He reaches up, pressing the heel of a palm against his face, struggling to recall. But it is like fishing into deep, dark water with nothing willing to surface; he cannot remember what home entails.]
I can't remember. I don't know. It doesn't sound familiar to me.
it's a cardinal sin
Sephiroth will not question it, however. It seem as though this is her creation, and thus the Moogles, as well -- they are what she makes them to be.]
The Shroud?
[Home? Sephiroth's expression scrunches for the first time, casting shadows. He reaches up, pressing the heel of a palm against his face, struggling to recall. But it is like fishing into deep, dark water with nothing willing to surface; he cannot remember what home entails.]
I can't remember. I don't know. It doesn't sound familiar to me.