#collaredchaos

the fight  ( if sephiroth can call it that )  does not last long. a general of legend against an infantryman is hardly a fair fight and yet it was alerio who asked in the first place. whatever the reason for seeking this one-sided conflict, sephiroth can at least give him the honor of NOT PULLING HIS PUNCHES. and so the blond’s defeat is swift.

“ if you fight men, then they should be your concern. “

now he looks to the disheveled soldier with seldom interest. now that PLAYTIME is over, sephiroth should be getting back to work. and yet alerio idles, instead wishing to make CONVERSATION. the very reason sephiroth likes working with the magitek is because of their SILENCE.

“don’t come any closer.” he lifts his gun, hands shaking. “if you don’t think i’ll shoot, you’re wrong. because i will.” prompto swallows, taking a few steps back, but being careful to not back himself into a corner. that was the last thing he wanted -- especially since it was like looking into the eyes of a wolf. a perfect reflection, but such a difference.

the person looking back at him is what could have been. who he would’ve been if he had been raised here, but he hadn’t. that, at least, is something he could thank his parents for -- if nothing else.