oh-so-easily enabled

[protomateria]

[ he just stares for a few long seconds, arms folded and expression (what one can see of it) unreadable.

at last, though: ] It's been years. You need to canon-review.

[ another pause, gold-clawed fingertips tapping at his arm, and he sighs. ] .. I'm not father material. But.. he's Lucrecia's son.

[ so.. okay. he couldn't do anything for him the first time around, but.. maybe this time. ]

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[neverbeamemory]

You'd do well not to mention that name, Valentine.

[protomateria]

She's your mother. Whatever you may believe.

[neverbeamemory]

Surrogate Mother at best, if that - Mother needed a Vessel after all.

[pinnaculum]

[He gazes at Vincent uncertainly. It's been a while since he's seen him, and he isn't sure what to think now, after what's happened. He should be angry with him, shouldn't he?

Still, Mr. Valentine was the one who had looked after him, even if he had lied. It had been nicer than the lab...]

Mr. Valentine.

[He isn't sure what else to say, because admitting to having missed someone is a little advanced for Sephiroth.]

Who is Lucrecia?

[protomateria]

[ what is he supposed to do now? he isn't equipped to deal with children. at least he has a little experience with marlene, who'd clutched him out of first fear, then annoyance with cloud.

he hesitates uncertainly, then drops into a swift crouch, peering at the child seriously. this is lucrecia's son. lucrecia's son. before madness claims him, before he slaughters a town's worth of people. before he tries to call down the end of the world.

he's just a child right now. a child who's been horrifically mistreated by his own father.

he reaches out with his good hand, oh-so-carefully pushing the hair back from his face and tucking behind one pale ear. ]

Sephiroth. [ a pause, gaze dimming briefly. how cruel, to never know his own mother. ] Lucrecia was your mother.

[pinnaculum]

[He watches Mr. Valentine's approach with his usual alertness, his eyes bright and watchful, but more or less blank of emotion, though inwardly he's watchful and undecided.]

My mother?

[He's confused. He hadn't been told anything about that, and he doesn't know why Mr. Valentine would mention his mother. No one had said much to him about his past, back home. Now he understands why. They must have hated him, for what he'd done. Mr. Valentine doesn't seem to hate him now, but people are deceptive, he knows.]

My mother's name was Jenova.

[That's what the professor had told him.]

[midgarhorizon]

I'd give 'em a feels bomb and bail out, if I were you.

[protomateria]

[ oh. it's you. ]

.. I'm obligated.

[midgarhorizon]

Not my place to question obligations, but we're all damned here. You got the chance to wind up somewhere else.

[...]

This place'll drive you crazy.

[LOOK WHO'S TALKING.]

[atouchofstrife]

...You would try?

[protomateria]

He's a child. There's no one else.

[atouchofstrife]

A child trapped.

[standing_alone]

Is that how you see him?

[protomateria]

[ hm. ] .. One is a child. The other's-- lost. Not entirely hopeless.

[standing_alone]

You're a better guy than I gave you credit for. Good luck with bringing him around.

[crystalsorrow]

That matters to you?

[protomateria]

[ gaia, why do you always do this to him, lucrecia. ]

You have to ask?

[crystalsorrow]

I guess not.

( A long pause. )

It's a nice thought.

[denigrator]

I imagine all my data on the Tower is lost, now. I remember my time there well. It was a pleasurable sojourn!

[He laughs. He and Fuhito had had such a good time researching.]

You mean, my son.

[protomateria]

[ he only doesn't snarl just barely. ]

He's never been your son.

[denigrator]

He's more my son than anything else. I made sure of that.

[More laughing, because obviously Hojo is hilarious.]

Oh. I see. Would you prefer he had been yours?

[attheclocktower]

[One of Reno's recruits, reporting in. Sort of. For lack of a better way of putting it.]

Good luck... [She doesn't know everything about Sephiroth but she knows enough to believe he'll probably need it] The Tower does seem like a good place for stuff like that.

[Finding families, second chances, so on and so forth. Just overall opportunities that home could not provide.]

[protomateria]

His mother would be better equipped for it.

[ anyone would be a better choice than vincent. but at least he and tinyroth have a few things in common. hatred for hojo. extreme wariness of labs. products of horrific experiments. .. that kind of thing. ]

I'll do what I can.

[provenworth]

.....Valentine.

[There's a lot little bit of hesitation in her voice. How does one talk to a man who saw you at your worst and saved your life?]

You must be speaking of the smaller one.

[protomateria]

[ when it's vincent valentine? you nod and move on, basically. ]

I am. The older one.. [ a small shrug. he'll do what he can, but no guarantees. ]