[Perhaps that’s what it is, too, that bothers him. The pure senselessness of it all. Even Shinra had never been so blatant about its show of dominance over any that opposed it — not yet, anyhow. They at least had the sense to coat it with a thick veneer of propaganda, or reassurances that all they did was for the betterment of Midgard and its citizens living within the confines of the city.

Here? It appeared Thorne could not even be bothered to do that much, flinging blame around on such little evidence, raining fire upon innocents. To add to it, even a small amount, by letting this stranger wander off and probably die of blood loss or infection?

It’s almost too much to even consider.]

Neither do I.

[Sephiroth follows suit, too, deciding that Steve’s idea to stretch his legs is a good one. Who knows how much longer they’ll be spending on horseback from here on out? Once his boots meet the ground, his horse shakes out its mane, but does little more than that for now.]

I’m… wary. [He admits, lowly, looking out towards the forest.] When war’s official— [He believes this is obviously a foregone conclusion.] —just what action will our side take? The military’s focused on the relief effort for now, but in the end, they’re not going to take any of this sitting down.