[That’s exactly it, the sentiment that Sephiroth never had the capacity to form with his own words, spoken with such ease from Steve. A shorthand or mutual understanding. That vaguely grounding feeling—even if it existed in a man with whom he could not get along with—simply disappearing overnight.
A low exhale.]
You’re right. Still, at least there’s a sense of camaraderie found with the other Summoned. We all share in these same circumstances.
[The wagons continue to move at a steady pace. A few of the soldiers remain vigilant but have taken to chatting idly with each other, much like themselves.]
And soon, we may all share a war.
[No point in lingering his thoughts on those who might be lost to him, now. Eventually, the conversation falls into companionable silence, and the road stretches onward.
* * *
The return trip is no longer nor shorter than the initial journey to Solvunn’s territory, though even less eventful — given that there are no injured strangers hobbling up to them, asking for help. It’s with some relief when they eventually see the portal whorling open at the end of the last stretch of road, the convoy slowing and organizing again into a single file line so that everyone may pass through without too much issue.
Sephiroth is fine with being one of the last to cross into the portal, overseeing the wagons’ passage, as well as the soldiers that follow intermittently in between. He chances a glance over at Steve, who he assumes has taken up a similar role.]
no subject
A low exhale.]
You’re right. Still, at least there’s a sense of camaraderie found with the other Summoned. We all share in these same circumstances.
[The wagons continue to move at a steady pace. A few of the soldiers remain vigilant but have taken to chatting idly with each other, much like themselves.]
And soon, we may all share a war.
[No point in lingering his thoughts on those who might be lost to him, now. Eventually, the conversation falls into companionable silence, and the road stretches onward.
The return trip is no longer nor shorter than the initial journey to Solvunn’s territory, though even less eventful — given that there are no injured strangers hobbling up to them, asking for help. It’s with some relief when they eventually see the portal whorling open at the end of the last stretch of road, the convoy slowing and organizing again into a single file line so that everyone may pass through without too much issue.
Sephiroth is fine with being one of the last to cross into the portal, overseeing the wagons’ passage, as well as the soldiers that follow intermittently in between. He chances a glance over at Steve, who he assumes has taken up a similar role.]
Everything still accounted for?