“I don’t think they require bandages for realism or for injury. We’ve spoken on this, haven’t we? I made my wishes clear.” There was only the barest hint of disapproval in his words, Rufus curbing himself from going for his own gun in these close quarters. While he might get off a headshot, there was just as much chance they he wouldn’t and then Kadaj would destroy them. No, he wanted a certain moment, a certain kill shot, and he was willing to wait for it.
Rufus hadn’t been counting on Kadaj’s exuberance when it came to his brothers. All he’d wanted was confirmation on whether or not the others were around. While he might be able to fool Kadaj and possibly Loz, he doubted he’d have the same luck with Yazoo. That one had always been the one he’d considered the brains of the operation. Gods help them all if Kadaj really was.
His free hand reached out to rest on Kadaj’s journal, trying to stop the remnant from what he was attempting to write, having to step around Reno’s side this time. As much as he disliked putting himself out there, it was necessary in his mind. Time was running out, and it wasn’t on his side any longer. There was a chance that Sephiroth had turned on Tseng and whatever was going on around this place wasn’t making him any less nervous. The other hand stayed on Reno’s shoulder for now, flexing and relaxing minutely. Just stay with me, Reno. Just a little longer.
“There’s no need of that just now, Kadaj. I wanted to make sure they were all right. They can join us later. For now, I’d rather it was just… us.”
He made himself smile even if he didn’t feel like it in the least. He’d heard already how jealous Kadaj was of Sephiroth. For now, he had to gamble on the idea that Kadaj wouldn’t mind having ‘Mother’ all to himself. He hadn’t counted on Sabra’s outlook on the situation and thankfully didn’t know it. In his time, he’d gotten far too used to everyone taking his orders and fulfilling them to the best of their abilities.
The fingers resting atop Kadaj’s journal were strong again, there being no signs of Geostigma across any of them.
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Rufus hadn’t been counting on Kadaj’s exuberance when it came to his brothers. All he’d wanted was confirmation on whether or not the others were around. While he might be able to fool Kadaj and possibly Loz, he doubted he’d have the same luck with Yazoo. That one had always been the one he’d considered the brains of the operation. Gods help them all if Kadaj really was.
His free hand reached out to rest on Kadaj’s journal, trying to stop the remnant from what he was attempting to write, having to step around Reno’s side this time. As much as he disliked putting himself out there, it was necessary in his mind. Time was running out, and it wasn’t on his side any longer. There was a chance that Sephiroth had turned on Tseng and whatever was going on around this place wasn’t making him any less nervous. The other hand stayed on Reno’s shoulder for now, flexing and relaxing minutely. Just stay with me, Reno. Just a little longer.
“There’s no need of that just now, Kadaj. I wanted to make sure they were all right. They can join us later. For now, I’d rather it was just… us.”
He made himself smile even if he didn’t feel like it in the least. He’d heard already how jealous Kadaj was of Sephiroth. For now, he had to gamble on the idea that Kadaj wouldn’t mind having ‘Mother’ all to himself. He hadn’t counted on Sabra’s outlook on the situation and thankfully didn’t know it. In his time, he’d gotten far too used to everyone taking his orders and fulfilling them to the best of their abilities.
The fingers resting atop Kadaj’s journal were strong again, there being no signs of Geostigma across any of them.