It almost seems fitting, Tseng muses to himself as he stares out a small hospital's window at a small hospital's view. Every breath aches from a wound not yet fully healed and still he is not budging from that worn-tiled spot. Watching tiredly; waiting with only his thoughts and the somewhat steady beeping of an EKG for company.
It almost seemed fitting, though Tseng is loathe to admit it so openly to himself as he settles by the president's side, ever vigilant. Rufus Shinra had always been so multi-faceted. Though cold and sharp he lit up the room in such a way that no one could truly deny. Powerful and glittering and indestructible until that precise instance. That shattering explosion.
Staring down the president, the man whom he has sworn loyalty to, Tseng knows that it is true what they say -- Strong and seemingly timeless, the only thing capable of cutting diamond is diamond itself.
And it almost seems fitting.