[Thankfully, he doesn't know about the mental picture Kadaj is experiencing. Because that... would result in him being dropped. Swiftly. But hey. He doesn't know. No harm, no foul. So he only adjusts him on his back before he continues on, turning a corner, down a street and ...tries, really tries, to focus on getting there, and to ignore what's spilling out of Kadaj's mouth.
Kadaj never struck him as the type to have a filter. But what comes out feels even more disjointed than usual. More like thoughts than coherent sentences, barely connected and just ... flowing.]
I was. [It's a hard thing to admit. And it causes him discomfort, audible in the way he hesitates to answer, in the reluctance in his tone.] But now, I'm not. And for the last time- [If only.] I'm not your brother.
[An exhale follows.] You're wrong, too. You're saying your purpose is Jenova, right? It's gone. About Sephiroth...
[Yes. He'd heard all about it from Aerith. What Kadaj was, in minute detail. More than likely unintentional on her part, but that was a large reason why he kept away.]
...He's not what you know him as. You were a part of him after he died, right? That hasn't happened here. You can't view him as what he became. Because what he became is the opposite thing to what he is now.
[...A lot about this conversation, is unnerving. Defending Sephiroth one of those things. But he knows it as fact. If anything, from his own feeling toward his bondmate.]
...Believe me, I know. In Nibelheim, he lost his mind. He died. Nothing about what he became is anything like the person he was. ...Is, here. You get that, right? You might've been his hatred, once. Might've been what created you. You might be bound to that, on Gaia. But not here. You haven't disappeared. That's proof you can be something else. That you can get another purpose.
[Another shift of the man on his back.]
... Start by finding out your own answers. You even tried to work out what it means for yourself, or are you just asking me, wanting some way to try and feel? It doesn't work like that. Anyone'd screw up like that.
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Kadaj never struck him as the type to have a filter. But what comes out feels even more disjointed than usual. More like thoughts than coherent sentences, barely connected and just ... flowing.]
I was. [It's a hard thing to admit. And it causes him discomfort, audible in the way he hesitates to answer, in the reluctance in his tone.] But now, I'm not. And for the last time- [If only.] I'm not your brother.
[An exhale follows.] You're wrong, too. You're saying your purpose is Jenova, right? It's gone. About Sephiroth...
[Yes. He'd heard all about it from Aerith. What Kadaj was, in minute detail. More than likely unintentional on her part, but that was a large reason why he kept away.]
...He's not what you know him as. You were a part of him after he died, right? That hasn't happened here. You can't view him as what he became. Because what he became is the opposite thing to what he is now.
[...A lot about this conversation, is unnerving. Defending Sephiroth one of those things. But he knows it as fact. If anything, from his own feeling toward his bondmate.]
...Believe me, I know.
In Nibelheim, he lost his mind. He died. Nothing about what he became is anything like the person he was. ...Is, here. You get that, right? You might've been his hatred, once. Might've been what created you. You might be bound to that, on Gaia. But not here. You haven't disappeared. That's proof you can be something else. That you can get another purpose.
[Another shift of the man on his back.]
... Start by finding out your own answers. You even tried to work out what it means for yourself, or are you just asking me, wanting some way to try and feel? It doesn't work like that. Anyone'd screw up like that.