[Open] Well he did make his point...

[silverterror]

Where: Konoha
When: May 25th
Notes: After he leaves Adela's section of the auction.

Sephiroth knew people were following him after he left. After all, he'd made quite the spectacle of himself. So he slowed his steps, and wove his way throught he allowed parts of the village for visitors... and waited to see who caught up to him first.

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[silverterror]

He tilted his head, staring at her, and there was interest under the impassive cold, an edge of curiosity that he quickly smothered out of sight. His tone, however, hadn't changed. "And yet I believed you dead, because you upheld the ruse."

[abileunaspada]

"Ask me."

She was glaring at him, but there was something else going on - her eyes began to shine, wet, getting worse as she still kept yelling at him and basically causing a scene, "You said that I happily abandoned everyone and everything I ever loved, that I would voluntarily leave my family behind to go off to a place I didn't even know and suddenly just start living there. How do you know that other than your own goddamn assumption!?"

By that point she was seething, emotions spilling forth as all the venom began to drain out of her into her words, pain and sadness turning to anger all the while, "Why didn't you ask me about why the instant you found out!? Why aren't you asking me now!? Is your own guesswork just good enough for you without having any fucking real answers!? Do you just not care about what I might think about the whole thing, or do you not even want to accept that maybe you might be wrong about something for once in your goddamn life!? Do you just not care about what I have to say or about me at all, Seph!? Am I still just a stupid kid to you? Was I always just a stupid kid to you!?"

This was pointless, but... She didn't want it to be. The words, the questions she was asking, all stabbed hard into her chest and made it harder to think clearly. She shook then, her energy gone before she pulled out her wallet and too harshly slammed far too much money for their meal on the table before muttering something, "I'm going. Find me when you figure it out, if you even want to."

[silverterror]

He watched her, letting her rant uninterrupted, and he pulled up the perfected mask of complete and total indifference, his voice quieter, level, and without a hint of his true thoughts coloring it. It was his game face, the one he used when he didn't want the other party to know what he was thinking.

He'd never directed it at her before.

"Adela. Who do you think it was, exactly, who found out you were still alive last year?"

[abileunaspada]

She stopped then, silent as her back was turned to him. She couldn't look at him, not then - she didn't want to. She didn't know what she'd see if she did. What Adela did say was just as quiet, tone shaky in a clear reflection of her turbulent emotions, "I dunno. No one told me that. Why's it matter?"

[silverterror]

"Because, Adela, it matters just as much as the things you asked me, and you never even thought to ask." The tone stayed at that soft, low note, and then he put more of the meat on the grill. "You were storming out in a righteous fury, weren't you?"

[abileunaspada]

It clicked the instant he said that. Her eyes were wide, and she had to take a moment to breathe as the information processed. For several long seconds she was quiet, forcing herself to not quiver or shake with the thoughts that erupted, all new questions shoved aside save for one;

"Why didn't you say anything to me?"

[silverterror]

"Why would I assume you even remembered who I was?" It was a single, low statement, and he wasn't looking at her, instead focusing on the process of the food, dismissing her.

[abileunaspada]

"... It's really insulting that you think you meant that little to me. Even here I still think about that dream I had as a little kid and I still work for it."

That was all she said before she really did leave, wanting to be alone more than anything else at the moment. All she wanted to do was cry, scream, do something, but what the hell would that help?

She was worthless in his eyes. That much was clear, now.