“Yes, I am aware that the Light’s justice can be peverted for personal gain. Which is most strange if we consider the fact that the Light does not always accept one in the first place. Or at all. Yet, it tolerates perversion and continues to accept the one weilding it…”
With that, he sat down and began to unravel the bandage from his arm. He picked at the protective wound padding covering the injury he had received and pulled it off entirely so he could inspect what was underneath. What he found was a perfectly healed mark, stitches still embedded in the flesh. He poked at them, frowning.
“I think I require a pair of scissors.”
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A slow gentle content grin creeped it’s way across Sephiroth’s face and he leaned forward to rest his head against Jenna, a low purr escaping him another moment later.
“The next few months are going to be chaos, you know.” He smirked.