[ Sephiroth listened to all of those examples and still couldn't understand. He genuinely wasn't ashamed of the things he did or said because he either didn't care what other people thought or was oblivious to how he came across.
But perhaps it didn't matter what he thought about it. Perhaps it was only in the remembering. With this in mind, he cast his net wider as he stroked Aerith's hair. When Sephiroth finally landed on that one specific memory which was now so dear to him, it was like seeing it in a whole new way. This new way of looking at it added depth to it, to them, and he liked that. ]
There is...something. [ A small, amused noise left him. ] I seem to recall a certain someone shoving snow down my pants. Does that count?
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But perhaps it didn't matter what he thought about it. Perhaps it was only in the remembering. With this in mind, he cast his net wider as he stroked Aerith's hair. When Sephiroth finally landed on that one specific memory which was now so dear to him, it was like seeing it in a whole new way. This new way of looking at it added depth to it, to them, and he liked that. ]
There is...something. [ A small, amused noise left him. ] I seem to recall a certain someone shoving snow down my pants. Does that count?