[The device next to his ear flashes, and Hojo pulls it into his line of sight. The picture on-screen almost makes his breathing irregular again. Sephiroth's features are still young, free of the tint of JENOVA's madness. Green eyes hardened by war, but not yet by betrayle.
Hojo pauses, not sure how to proceed. Gaining knowledge of the circumstances behind his origin caused Sephiroth to soar to greater heights than Hojo ever imagined, but Sephiroth's wrath became a wildfire more intense than that which burned his birthplace down. What to do now that that history is essentially erased?
The Northern Crator...back in his own Gaia where the One Winged Angel lies dormant and in wait...there is where Hojo is truly needed.
...isn't it?]
I see.
[Pause, again. He hates hesitance for its telling nature, but this is difficult.]
What can you tell me about this world, General? [He switches to the title. It has always been easier.]
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Date: 2010-02-04 12:00 pm (UTC)Hojo pauses, not sure how to proceed. Gaining knowledge of the circumstances behind his origin caused Sephiroth to soar to greater heights than Hojo ever imagined, but Sephiroth's wrath became a wildfire more intense than that which burned his birthplace down. What to do now that that history is essentially erased?
The Northern Crator...back in his own Gaia where the One Winged Angel lies dormant and in wait...there is where Hojo is truly needed.
...isn't it?]
I see.
[Pause, again. He hates hesitance for its telling nature, but this is difficult.]
What can you tell me about this world, General? [He switches to the title. It has always been easier.]