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I have no desire to be your confessor. It is your actions that speak most loudly to me, and I have seen little enough of the man who once served in a position of both rank and respect.

[Harsh words yes, but not with the direct intention to wound. Personal feelings aside— and Sephiroth is very good at pushing his feelings aside— Genesis is simply too unpredictable, and Sephiroth does not know how far he can be trusted. Here in Wonderland where things can be turned nearly upside-down in a blink, that unpredictability is too much a liability.]

[Genesis pauses, holding himself back from replying abruptly about rank and respect being meaningless things to him now. He takes a deep breath.]

How much do you even see when we aren't speaking face to face?

It is not I who decided to hide himself away.

Touche. But I've stopped hiding as of late. It is just that I have no reason to mingle freely with others during my leisure. I won't refuse any invitation to step out. Nor would I refuse anyone who wished to seek me. You can ask Angeal and Zack yourself. They've spoken with me recently.

That you apparently require invitation to audience should not surprise me.

If you are going to turn this into a game of ask so-and-so, I respectfully decline.

[Goddess, how he wanted to reply with snark. But this was supposed to be him seeking redemption or whatever to ease this guilt he had been holding on to so tightly.

It is so terribly clear how deeply he hurt this man who was once his friend. And it was something he absolutely expected.]

If you do not wish to hear me or speak to me, so be it. I know I have hurt you and betrayed you as a friend. I wanted to make amends for that-- to make up for what I did over the course of my degradation. But I suppose those wounds I've inflicted on you go far too deeply.

I told you when we first spoke here that I have little enough belief for your words. It is through your actions that you show yourself: I see much of moping, and little of the officer with whom I once served.

You are a liability Genesis, and this place is treacherous enough without.

[It's written as simply as would be the summary of a mission report. As for personal feelings? Genesis is not even given a thought in that regard. One revelation to another to another of Sephiroth's origins and future have led him to lock away everything of emotion— or try to, anyway. He needs and wants it not; where others are concerned, he is only the Silver General.]

[As Genesis reads the words, he finds himself feeling hopeless. No, there wasn't any hope to begin with. The words show just that. He is a liability. A worthless piece in a unit. There was no need for him in his life. Perhaps it would be best then that he disappeared. With the way he felt, with the deep oblivion he felt trapped in, probably was no way he could find redemption in the General's eyes.]

The fates are cruel. No honor remains. The arrow has left the bow of the goddess.

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