[He's literally having trouble wrapping his mind around this supposed truth. Seymour stares at the blonde as if hesitant to believe a word he says.]
A weapon that cannot be controlled lacks a purpose.
[He hums quietly to himself as he contemplates the reason why Vegnagun was crafted by the ancient Bevenites. Surely they meant to use it during the Machina War but what a pointless endeavor it ended up becoming.
A scoff escapes Seymour as he forces himself not to mentally admonish his ancestors.]
no subject
[He's literally having trouble wrapping his mind around this supposed truth. Seymour stares at the blonde as if hesitant to believe a word he says.]
A weapon that cannot be controlled lacks a purpose.
[He hums quietly to himself as he contemplates the reason why Vegnagun was crafted by the ancient Bevenites. Surely they meant to use it during the Machina War but what a pointless endeavor it ended up becoming.
A scoff escapes Seymour as he forces himself not to mentally admonish his ancestors.]
Spiral was doomed since the beginning.