Redthorn Anvil

Exodus

"Possibly." Sephiroth replied, "don't be shy, if I didn't want your opinion, I wouldn't have asked you to assist me in the first place."

And then the Relics were retrieved.
"Hopefully, there will be no reason to use them." He commented. He seemed to muse for a moment.
"Why don't you keep holding onto them for now? You seem to have done a fair job of it for this whole time. I see no reason why you can't be trusted to continue to do so. Perhaps we shall make 'Keeper of the Relics' an official title to add to your name." He looked amused.

Gotham's Knights

I'd give it a shot.

Exodus

"Then let us be on our way." Sephiroth replied, his face set in resolution. "A country cannot survive without a leader to guide them."
T'vor looked up. The sky seemed foreboding. He suspected it would rain.
"Good thing we have tents." He muttered to himself. "What will you do about the princess?"
"A fair question, my friend. One I haven't resolved yet."

Exodus

Sephiroth drew a long breath with closed eyes. After a moment, he nodded, and sheathed his sword. "I will do what I must. And this..was necessary. Was it not?"

"It was." T'vor replied, straightening. "Fear not--we are with you."

"The dragons, too. Hopefully, this was not a mistake."
"Soon, we shall see." T'vor replied. "Mistake or not, however, it is done. You cannot turn back now."
"Very well. Then let us proceed, Azurael."

Exodus

Sephiroth seemed unsurprised. "You continue to make poor choices. I suspected as much." From his belt, he drew a long, glinting blade. It had tasted blood before.

T'vor was at his side, lance in hand.

"This does not need to end in violence, princess. I know you realize you are unfit to rule. You were almost begging me just last night to do this." He reminded her. "You asked me for my aid. That is precisely what I am giving you this moment. I ask you to see reason, princess. This is the only way. Even the dragons agree. Do not let it come to this."

Exodus

[Oops XD]

Sephiroth bit back a retort. He didn't come here to argue.
"Breakfast can wait awhile longer. I have come with the best interests of your people in mind, princess." He told her.
"I have come to replace you."
He felt that being direct with her was likely a better choice. Mostly because good decisions didn't seem to be her forte.
"Understand, I am not at all interested in your throne, but I feel that you are unfit for your duty to rule at this time. I believe that if I can step in your place, you can devote all of your attention to learning how best to rule your people."

Exodus

"I appreciate your faith in me, miss Windrider." Sephiroth nodded slowly. He turned to T'vor, who nodded back at him.
"Very well then." He turned and led the way back through the mass of tents to find the princess.
"Let me speak with her, General." He told his friend, then approached the tent.
"Princess, I would speak with you."

Exodus

Once more, Sephiroth grew silent for a while before speaking.
"Your heart is in the right place, soldier--But I think 'removing' the threat is not in the best interests of the people. We have but to change it--heal it. Set it right. I know not the words to tell you my meaning. For the time being, I believe the princess must be asked to step aside...for me to take her place, if necessary."
He thought for a moment.
"I do not know of many kings who ruled two kingdoms. Frankly--the prospect terrifies me. But I was always told that the best rulers are the ones who fear the throne. It means they will respect it, and be less inclined to abuse the power they are given. I am mature enough to admit that I have my faults, and I don't trust myself with this responsibility should it come to it. I cannot do it alone. There is one man I trust--you stand beside him this moment. But I cannot ask him to take on the whole weight of assisting me in this prospect." He turned his head slightly to view her out of the corner of his eye.
"Can I trust you?"

Exodus

T'vor nodded once. "Under the circumstances, I understand. Come. I know where he is." He led Azurael through the forest of tents, to the eastern side of the camp.
"He's in a bit of an unusual mood--though not, I would say, necessarily a bad one. Just unusual. I haven't seen him this contemplative in years--He's usually a quick thinker. Today, it seems, he has much on his mind. I'm not really sure what, though. I know him very well--which not many people can say about him. But he's a very private man. He rarely takes council with anyone. All this to say, choose your words carefully. I'd rather not burden him with yet more worry than he might be going through right now."
T'vor's concern for his friend was clearly evident in his speech--perhaps the first time since landing that he'd openly shown a strong emotion other than irritation.

Sephiroth was standing alone, gazing up at the morning sun, shielding his eyes with one hand. He was quiet for some time after the two of them had approached him, but he finally spoke.
"This is the first time I've seen a sun rise."

Exodus

As was his wont, T'vor had spent all morning--and was at present--walking among the campsite's extensive terrain, on a sort of self-assigned patrol, keeping any miscreant troublemakers at bay. He nodded to Azurael as she approached.
"Clearly you've come to me for a reason, so let's have it, then." He told her, stopping in his tracks.