"I forgive you," he started, "Zack's response after I told him what I had done." To her. To Aerith. When he was trying so hard to push him away from his still, futile attempt at reminding Sephiroth about how they were once friends.
He shakes his head. These conversations were going to haunt him forever. It's so hard to ignore all the thoughts that conflict and clash inside his head. Who he is. Who he was. What the apparent future or past may entail. It's all a giant mess.
"Who do I even have to forgive?" That is a legitimate question. Humanity? He supposes the ones who truly wronged him are now all gone. The rest aren't really deserving of his ire. His hate.
Why is he even thinking like this? Of course humanity should suffer. Everyone should and remember that it is him who causes their pain. Pain. Anger. Hate. But why is that so hard to hold onto right now?
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He shakes his head. These conversations were going to haunt him forever. It's so hard to ignore all the thoughts that conflict and clash inside his head. Who he is. Who he was. What the apparent future or past may entail. It's all a giant mess.
"Who do I even have to forgive?" That is a legitimate question. Humanity? He supposes the ones who truly wronged him are now all gone. The rest aren't really deserving of his ire. His hate.
Why is he even thinking like this? Of course humanity should suffer. Everyone should and remember that it is him who causes their pain. Pain. Anger. Hate. But why is that so hard to hold onto right now?