[Sephiroth seems satisfied with Vincent's answer and takes a few steps away to look around. It's very nice here, and so different from Midgar. He feels a little out of place no longer surrounded by the walls of the Shinra building. Even looking outside there didn't give the view this place does.
After a moment he turns back around to Vincent.]
Thank you. I like it here.
[Well, maybe not at this particular building, but the area in general is nice. He wouldn't mind that. In a way that's what he fantasizes about, being away from everything with his mother. It's the life he wants but could never have.]
They'll probably be in there awhile. Professor Hojo likes to argue.
[Argue until his points are known and recognized by everyone. Sephiroth does not particularly like him and probably never will. There's just something about him. So if they can stay out here for awhile, it'll be for the best.]
He probably won't like me telling you that. Or telling you that an easy way to get him angry is to say Materia is magic. He dislikes that word a lot.
[Sorry Vincent, Sephiroth usually doesn't have a people to talk to that aren't scientists. He's new and interesting and took him outside, which is good enough for Sephiroth at the moment.]
[At that, the urge to shake his head in incredulousness is strong- but he does not. Sephiroth was the first person he'd heard that actually voiced a positive opinion on this place- the ramshackle little village, or the foreboding mountains. He was tempted to answer. To say something along the lines of his approval not being necessary. That the region wasn't especially important to him, and there was no need to praise it because he was here.
...But he was a Turk. He was the perceptive sort. And the fact that the boy had stated approval of this was a signal to him- illustrating a life that was likely spent in sterile laboratories, loud drill halls, and artificial combat sims. Pity rises again. And he has to dig deep to push it back.]
Yes. I'm familiar with Professor Hojo's ...approaches to the sciences. And given Professor Gast's resignation...
["Resignation" was a word for it.]
...The Company's views have shifted to the same thing. Even if this does take a while-
[And it will. Because this whole affair is typical of Hojo. To cart half of the science department and three children with two respective families in tow, to the middle of nowhere for a dickmeasuring contest.
...But it's hardly his concern.]
-your transport back to Midgar has been prearranged. A chopper will arrive briefly, to take you to the airstrip, where you will be flown back to Midgar.
[He pauses then, something moving through his head before he starts to move toward the side of the building, past some dead trees.]
There were two boys here yesterday, for the same reason as you. While the... science... was being discussed, [And while Hollander screamed himself hoarse at an unimpressed Hojo,] they spent that time playing here.
[He had no idea what the both of them found so interesting about this little corner of the garden. But the evidence of their presence was still here in the form of footprints in the dirt- indicating running. Chasing. And perhaps even an impromptu playfight, given the fact the footprints trail off into what appears to be clear signs of scraped heels, slides, and general chaos.
Vincent strides around the area, soon spotting something in the bushes.]
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After a moment he turns back around to Vincent.]
Thank you. I like it here.
[Well, maybe not at this particular building, but the area in general is nice. He wouldn't mind that. In a way that's what he fantasizes about, being away from everything with his mother. It's the life he wants but could never have.]
They'll probably be in there awhile. Professor Hojo likes to argue.
[Argue until his points are known and recognized by everyone. Sephiroth does not particularly like him and probably never will. There's just something about him. So if they can stay out here for awhile, it'll be for the best.]
He probably won't like me telling you that. Or telling you that an easy way to get him angry is to say Materia is magic. He dislikes that word a lot.
[Sorry Vincent, Sephiroth usually doesn't have a people to talk to that aren't scientists. He's new and interesting and took him outside, which is good enough for Sephiroth at the moment.]
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...But he was a Turk. He was the perceptive sort. And the fact that the boy had stated approval of this was a signal to him- illustrating a life that was likely spent in sterile laboratories, loud drill halls, and artificial combat sims. Pity rises again. And he has to dig deep to push it back.]
Yes. I'm familiar with Professor Hojo's ...approaches to the sciences. And given Professor Gast's resignation...
["Resignation" was a word for it.]
...The Company's views have shifted to the same thing. Even if this does take a while-
[And it will. Because this whole affair is typical of Hojo. To cart half of the science department and three children with two respective families in tow, to the middle of nowhere for a dickmeasuring contest.
...But it's hardly his concern.]
-your transport back to Midgar has been prearranged. A chopper will arrive briefly, to take you to the airstrip, where you will be flown back to Midgar.
[He pauses then, something moving through his head before he starts to move toward the side of the building, past some dead trees.]
There were two boys here yesterday, for the same reason as you. While the... science... was being discussed, [And while Hollander screamed himself hoarse at an unimpressed Hojo,] they spent that time playing here.
[He had no idea what the both of them found so interesting about this little corner of the garden. But the evidence of their presence was still here in the form of footprints in the dirt- indicating running. Chasing. And perhaps even an impromptu playfight, given the fact the footprints trail off into what appears to be clear signs of scraped heels, slides, and general chaos.
Vincent strides around the area, soon spotting something in the bushes.]
Wait.