vehementi[The tall silver-haired figure scarcely regards his mun with any measure of interest. His gaze is directed elsewhere, even as he addresses her.]
You will always return... puppet. You feel it, just as the others do: the call... And forever it will remain, so long as I wish it.
[A deafening silence... until Sephiroth does finally turn his serpentine eyes on his "puppet". His mouth turns up, as if in amusement. He can sense the objection coming-- that the mun always has control over the muse, and he openly mocks the notion by giving it voice.]
Who has more control, I wonder. [A rhetorical question at best, a challenge at worst. Test me. He doesn't need to say it; the viciousness behind his eyes and his barbed smile say it well enough.] ...There are many interesting creatures here. [Including you, Cloud. He knows you're out there. Somewhere.] Bring them.