[It's all right, he doesn't expect a chocobo to understand such matters. It was actually an astounding idea for a chocobo to have; for one to understand the concept of tying clothes together when they don't wear any and don't use tools is quite impressive.
He sees those drooping feathers and that sad despondency over there. He responds with a brief, not particularly warm statement:]
It was a good idea.
[He says it because he means it. He's not the kind of person to give false praise, not even to his adorable animal sidekick.]
We just need more.
[And he looks at his hair again. Having worn his hair so long, for so long, Sephiroth finds contemplating his new idea a little startling himself. His own thoughts are similar to that of his chocobo. Having guarded him so closely and made it so hard for him to be reached, the professor has somehow left him in charge of the only way in or out. And all that's keeping him from using it is his own training and his own habit. He'd grown up this way and grown so used to it that he hadn't considered doing something different.
He might not even have come up with this idea if not for Cloud's idea, because before the moment he'd thought it, it had seemed unthinkable.
He wonders if he should stop to plan, or if waiting will make this seem impossible again, as it did moments ago. Honestly, what good will waiting do? Any significant preparations he makes would be noticed. And if the professor even suspects, he'll likely take this last thing out of Sephiroth's control.
I just want to keep chocobo-Cloud forever!
He sees those drooping feathers and that sad despondency over there. He responds with a brief, not particularly warm statement:]
It was a good idea.
[He says it because he means it. He's not the kind of person to give false praise, not even to his adorable animal sidekick.]
We just need more.
[And he looks at his hair again. Having worn his hair so long, for so long, Sephiroth finds contemplating his new idea a little startling himself. His own thoughts are similar to that of his chocobo. Having guarded him so closely and made it so hard for him to be reached, the professor has somehow left him in charge of the only way in or out. And all that's keeping him from using it is his own training and his own habit. He'd grown up this way and grown so used to it that he hadn't considered doing something different.
He might not even have come up with this idea if not for Cloud's idea, because before the moment he'd thought it, it had seemed unthinkable.
He wonders if he should stop to plan, or if waiting will make this seem impossible again, as it did moments ago. Honestly, what good will waiting do? Any significant preparations he makes would be noticed. And if the professor even suspects, he'll likely take this last thing out of Sephiroth's control.
What do they have to lose? Nothing.]
It's time.
[Who knows when the professor will be back?]