[Post-execution, and Sephiroth isn't quite certain how to feel. He had watched the scene in its entirety, unfazed by the display outwardly, though by the time the vultures had descended to take their fill, his lips had thinned into a frown.
Far be it for him to say he hasn't seen violent actions in the past; far be it for him to say he wasn't a man who doled them out on Shinra's orders. (The Wutai war, enemies fallen, so much blood on his blade.) But there is something deeply unsettling about seeing a ritualistic punishment with one's own eyes, even if he knows he would not change his overall belief that Josselyn Creed needed to pay for what she did, one way or another.
In the end, what's done is done. Eventually, he turns away to find himself amid a dispersing crowd.
A head of bright red catches his attention, much like it had in the past. He pauses, then steps closer to him.]
Reno.
[Hi. In the flesh this time. The SOLDIER's brow is knit, obviously considering what to say.]
for reno.
Far be it for him to say he hasn't seen violent actions in the past; far be it for him to say he wasn't a man who doled them out on Shinra's orders. (The Wutai war, enemies fallen, so much blood on his blade.) But there is something deeply unsettling about seeing a ritualistic punishment with one's own eyes, even if he knows he would not change his overall belief that Josselyn Creed needed to pay for what she did, one way or another.
In the end, what's done is done. Eventually, he turns away to find himself amid a dispersing crowd.
A head of bright red catches his attention, much like it had in the past. He pauses, then steps closer to him.]
Reno.
[Hi. In the flesh this time. The SOLDIER's brow is knit, obviously considering what to say.]
What did you think of all this?