[Mystical is one word for it. Puzzling might be another, and a descriptor more accurately fitting his first impression of Vincent. Take away his dramatic entrance, that darkly flourishing free fall, and there is something still imperceptibly strange about the man, something surreally inhuman in a way that is even different from his own sense of otherness. He is not at all surprised that the natives thought him a specter, or something otherwise supernatural.
Sephiroth doesn’t reply, not until he’s on the same floor as Vincent, stopping a length away. Masamune’s curving form fills the empty space that divides them.]
You don’t have a choice when the world reacts to your presence. As hard as you might try to avoid it.
[The question is, again, baffling to him. So without context that he might as well be speaking in riddles.]
I’ve interacted with this place since the day I stepped through my mirror. Or am I supposed to hide myself away with inactivity like you?
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Sephiroth doesn’t reply, not until he’s on the same floor as Vincent, stopping a length away. Masamune’s curving form fills the empty space that divides them.]
You don’t have a choice when the world reacts to your presence. As hard as you might try to avoid it.
[The question is, again, baffling to him. So without context that he might as well be speaking in riddles.]
I’ve interacted with this place since the day I stepped through my mirror. Or am I supposed to hide myself away with inactivity like you?
[Maybe that’s rhetorical.]
Are you another Mirrorbound?