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Red sparked memories now as it had nigh every day of the past since his teenage years. Genesis and his mannerisms were striking --and how could they not have been? The man was hardly any different than a lion strutting about in plain sight --grandiose enough to draw the eye and sear the brain. Or at least, he had been to the young man whose only experience with such eloquent words was English studies. (And even then, memory of a speech resounding in his own mind was certainly no competition for one being spoken aloud with passion.)
And certainly, Sephiroth dearly missed the warmth that those memories used to bring, but the stain of his friend’s betrayal could only bring about the bitter cold. What he wouldn’t have given to have been able to express anything else in his already unnatural gaze.
What he wouldn’t have given to expel the instinct to brandish Masamune at his...
No. At Genesis.
People who left never returned like this, in the first place, but in the second, on the nearly-nonexistent chance they did, they always held something against him --of this he had to remind himself. Of his own stupidity at thinking his ‘friends’ would prove to be an exception to the rule that everyone leaves, he had to remind himself. But most importantly, he hardly needed to recall the verbal lashing he’d received at the hands of someone he’d cared so much for.
“I thought that I made myself callously clear that I had nothing left for you, Genesis,” Sephiroth seethed. “In fact, I believe that my exact wording was that you would rot.”
