Selene's house, nestled in the forest, was silent. The scent of dried herbs and burning wood hung in the air. Outside, the wind blew through the trees, but inside, the world seemed suspended.
Sepphirothy stood at the wooden table, her gaze fixed on the window. Her fingers drummed lightly on the tabletop, but her face remained motionless, a mask of patience about to crack.
"Selene." Her voice cut through the silence like a blade. "Find Vergil."
The other woman, sitting in the armchair near the fireplace, looked up but didn't move. "There's nothing we can do right now. He left of his own free will... and you know how he is when he decides something."
Sepphirothy looked away from the window, and for a moment, the weight of her presence seemed to fill the room. Her eyes narrowed slightly, and the room felt... smaller. "You think you understand. But you don't."
Selene arched an eyebrow. "It's not like he's unprotected."
