[That is what he chooses to believe. He is smarter, better, and more powerful than everyone else. To normal people he is a god and will rise to actually become one.
He's sure of it.
Though he doesn't exactly answer Vincent's question.]
in fact, his expression remains as blank as ever. ]
Egotism is a flaw. [ his tone is feathery light, almost bordering on amused, as if he is simply pointing out something obvious that sephiroth has inexplicably missed. ] So is a narrow mind. [ and just for that extra dash of dry humor— ] And an inability to see one's own flaws.
[ he may as well be pointing a finger directly at him, but one of them has to be the adult here. ]
Confidence is not a flaw. I am well aware of my strengths as the rest of the planet will learn one day. Humility is not that much of a virture. It is more of a weakness.
[Look Vincent, he's totally an adult in his 20s. But if Vincent did point a finger at him, Sephiroth would probably attempt to stab him. For all of his keeping himself calm, he's never quite felt so irritated before.]
Confidence isn't. But what you have is ego; not confidence.
[ here, let him explain before sephiroth gets ahead of himself. ]
True confidence lies in a man's ability to face his own imperfections and overcome them. You have not overcome yours; you've only rejected them and convinced yourself that you have none.
[ he regards him pointedly, ] What you claim to be confidence is little more than bravado. [ essentially, he is just a very powerful baby in denial. ]
Your continuous lectures remind me of someone. If I didn't know better I'd expect comments about honor here shortly.
[Though that isn't a defense against anything Vincent has said. He's still not certain he even believes him at all.
Otherwise he actually is very ...
Unsure. That's the word he'd use. This entire conversation has raised so many more questions and Sephiroth still isn't sure why he's still here. A tiny speck that remained of the man who used to be a hero wished he learned about Lucrecia long ago. The larger portion consumed by a certain madness didn't care.
He. Did. Not. Care.
He also didn't know why he practically brought up Angeal right now. And his thoughts shifted to how he should just stab Vincent and leave.
[ sephiroth opened the floor up to that question, so he only has himself to blame.
it never even crossed vincent's mind that he could convince him in one night. his only goal here is to present him with the truth and give him the chance to ponder over it later. but whether he decides to alter his perspective or seek him out again for further detail, it isn't something he is too concerned about.
he is, after all, only here because he feels a sense of obligation to lucrecia and his failure to protect her and her child. ]
[Sephiroth opened the door and walked directly into it. He did not mean to pry into those inner thoughts or even dwell upon how Vincent's question almost sounded like it came from a long dead ghost. But here we are.
And Sephiroth has no one to blame but himself.
The only indication he gives that the words might have triggered something is the abrupt way he turns to walk away.]
We're done here.
[Remember how you didn't want to have that other conversation, Vincent? Sephiroth doesn't want to have this one. And for some reason has the exact same reaction about it.]
[ he presents the next question without faltering, his crimson eyes boring into the younger man's turned back. it seems he's struck a nerve.
whereas sephiroth hadn't let him go, vincent doesn't intend to keep him any longer than necessary. if he wants to end it here, then so be it. he knows that he will be back for more, a sheer inevitability now. after all, they're nowhere close to finish with each other.
it's enough for his inquiry to be the last remnant of the night's discourse, so he doesn't wait for a reply before he disappears into the shadowy depths of the building and out through its doors. when sephiroth is ready to continue, then he can count on the former SOLDIER to track him down, except— he won't be as easy to find the next time around. ]
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[That is what he chooses to believe. He is smarter, better, and more powerful than everyone else. To normal people he is a god and will rise to actually become one.
He's sure of it.
Though he doesn't exactly answer Vincent's question.]
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Hm. [ he cants his head to the side slightly, his bangs falling softly over his eye. ] So, you can joke too.
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No one else is able to do this.
Even in the past, save for Genesis.
Though at least Vincent spares him poetic nonsense.]
Not a joke. I have reached a level beyond humans. Beyond everything. There are no flaws I could possibly possess.
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in fact, his expression remains as blank as ever. ]
Egotism is a flaw. [ his tone is feathery light, almost bordering on amused, as if he is simply pointing out something obvious that sephiroth has inexplicably missed. ] So is a narrow mind. [ and just for that extra dash of dry humor— ] And an inability to see one's own flaws.
[ he may as well be pointing a finger directly at him, but one of them has to be the adult here. ]
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[Look Vincent, he's totally an adult in his 20s. But if Vincent did point a finger at him, Sephiroth would probably attempt to stab him. For all of his keeping himself calm, he's never quite felt so irritated before.]
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[ here, let him explain before sephiroth gets ahead of himself. ]
True confidence lies in a man's ability to face his own imperfections and overcome them. You have not overcome yours; you've only rejected them and convinced yourself that you have none.
[ he regards him pointedly, ] What you claim to be confidence is little more than bravado. [ essentially, he is just a very powerful baby in denial. ]
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[Though that isn't a defense against anything Vincent has said. He's still not certain he even believes him at all.
Otherwise he actually is very ...
Unsure. That's the word he'd use. This entire conversation has raised so many more questions and Sephiroth still isn't sure why he's still here. A tiny speck that remained of the man who used to be a hero wished he learned about Lucrecia long ago. The larger portion consumed by a certain madness didn't care.
He. Did. Not. Care.
He also didn't know why he practically brought up Angeal right now. And his thoughts shifted to how he should just stab Vincent and leave.
But he also didn't move.]
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[ sephiroth opened the floor up to that question, so he only has himself to blame.
it never even crossed vincent's mind that he could convince him in one night. his only goal here is to present him with the truth and give him the chance to ponder over it later. but whether he decides to alter his perspective or seek him out again for further detail, it isn't something he is too concerned about.
he is, after all, only here because he feels a sense of obligation to lucrecia and his failure to protect her and her child. ]
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And Sephiroth has no one to blame but himself.
The only indication he gives that the words might have triggered something is the abrupt way he turns to walk away.]
We're done here.
[Remember how you didn't want to have that other conversation, Vincent? Sephiroth doesn't want to have this one. And for some reason has the exact same reaction about it.]
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[ he presents the next question without faltering, his crimson eyes boring into the younger man's turned back. it seems he's struck a nerve.
whereas sephiroth hadn't let him go, vincent doesn't intend to keep him any longer than necessary. if he wants to end it here, then so be it. he knows that he will be back for more, a sheer inevitability now. after all, they're nowhere close to finish with each other.
it's enough for his inquiry to be the last remnant of the night's discourse, so he doesn't wait for a reply before he disappears into the shadowy depths of the building and out through its doors. when sephiroth is ready to continue, then he can count on the former SOLDIER to track him down, except— he won't be as easy to find the next time around. ]