Then again... They weren't normal for a long time.
Angeal doesn't say that. This is something he knows his Sephiroth is struggling with on how to handle - the kind of bizarre situation that neither of them would ever have realized they'd run into years ago. Instead, he just tries not to look at the soaking red limb which fumbles out from the opening, focuses on the muscle beneath his fingertips. If he doesn't look, maybe it will help him feel a little better.
It won't, really. Still, he tries, and picks up the blade again. There's another wing struggling to emerge, after all, and he can't just linger.
"Maybe not normal past skin-deep," he mutters, struggling to gather all his own internal arguments together. The things he's tried to tell himself, so that he's not as much a burden on Sephiroth and Genesis. "But considering the percentage of people here who are going through the same thing, technically, we can say it's a kind of normal. And Charlie never said anything bad about those who have experienced this in the past." So they have to hope. Or at least pretend they're hoping, and maybe that will pay off.
Carefully, his guides the blade beneath skin and scale again. Tries to grab hope that the other side will open up as neatly as its sibling did. "And as SOLDIER... One could argue we were never normal to start with. But that hasn't stopped us from living lives, right?"
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They won't be.
Then again... They weren't normal for a long time.
Angeal doesn't say that. This is something he knows his Sephiroth is struggling with on how to handle - the kind of bizarre situation that neither of them would ever have realized they'd run into years ago. Instead, he just tries not to look at the soaking red limb which fumbles out from the opening, focuses on the muscle beneath his fingertips. If he doesn't look, maybe it will help him feel a little better.
It won't, really. Still, he tries, and picks up the blade again. There's another wing struggling to emerge, after all, and he can't just linger.
"Maybe not normal past skin-deep," he mutters, struggling to gather all his own internal arguments together. The things he's tried to tell himself, so that he's not as much a burden on Sephiroth and Genesis. "But considering the percentage of people here who are going through the same thing, technically, we can say it's a kind of normal. And Charlie never said anything bad about those who have experienced this in the past." So they have to hope. Or at least pretend they're hoping, and maybe that will pay off.
Carefully, his guides the blade beneath skin and scale again. Tries to grab hope that the other side will open up as neatly as its sibling did. "And as SOLDIER... One could argue we were never normal to start with. But that hasn't stopped us from living lives, right?"