[Sephiroth, for his part, was only being his usual poorly socialized, overly direct self, so he stares, then blinks. He still isn't sure what to make of Cloud's reactions. He is a little disappointed that his sword didn't make a better impression. He thought the other boy might like it. Who doesn't like swords? Obviously, everyone does! Except maybe researchers. If he were more emotive, he might look crestfallen.
He considers Cloud's command, but he doesn't have to follow Cloud's orders.]
I don't know where to go.
[He doesn't know the town, and he doesn't know the mountains. He doesn't want to admit that he's lost, because becoming lost isn't something responsible people do. He's never been lost, but he doesn't know where he is. He needs more information. He glances back toward the mansion, again feeling that odd echo of familiarity.]
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He considers Cloud's command, but he doesn't have to follow Cloud's orders.]
I don't know where to go.
[He doesn't know the town, and he doesn't know the mountains. He doesn't want to admit that he's lost, because becoming lost isn't something responsible people do. He's never been lost, but he doesn't know where he is. He needs more information. He glances back toward the mansion, again feeling that odd echo of familiarity.]
Did you ever see any scientists here?