ablackwing:

dreamsofhonour replied to your post:  

“Sephiroth, I don’t care if you’re the most powerful person in the world. I will fight for Masamune.”

“So, even Angeal’s blade would turn on me so?” Down dipped his hand to his side without meaning to, remembering the way the blade had dug into his flesh, had nearly severed him in twain. Bitter laughter sounded as malevolence was founded in those glowing pools in a dangerous fixation on the personification of the sword. “.. I see. And I don’t care if you’ll fight for Masamune. He is mine. There is no fighting to be done.”

“I may be the blade of one of your former friends, but I do not see how that would affect my decision to go against you. My actions do not reflect my Master in any way, and neither does his, me.” he watched as that hand dropped unconsciously to the place where he had surely left a scar, of a memory long ago. His eyelids lowered in a glare, and he glowered at the once most dangerous man alive with his lips pulled back in an almost animalistic snarl. “Masamune the blade may belong to you, but Masamune the person in a human body, does not belong to anyone. No one can own a human, not even you.” eyes glowing with the fires of rage sparked with determination.

“I will fight. I fight for Masamune to be by my side, and I will protect him. A vile monster such as you does not deserve someone as precious as him.”