pre degradation Genesis interacts with post degradation Genesis. What happens
Older Genesis is battle-worn, long-haired, calmer in the face, with a degradation scar disappearing beneath his collar, and an unkempt red coat his younger self does not recognize.
He’s quieter too, in a way his younger self cannot match.
Younger Genesis’ hair is glossy, immaculately styled (more for appearances than for himself), red coat polished to perfection, still carrying traces of leather oil, expensive cologne, and that confidence still unfaltering and unrotten as would become the fruits of his labor. And, of course, talking incessantly.
Younger Genesis: “Goddess, your hair is long. I’ve considered growing mine out, but I simply refuse to suffer the inevitable Sephiroth comparisons.”
Older Genesis stays quiet, because he knows there is no Sephiroth to compare himself to anymore.
Younger Genesis: “And that scar on your neck—my goddess, your entire look. My mother would have an opinion about all of this. Several opinions, actually.”
Older Genesis stays quiet, because he no longer has a mother to lie to him, nor to keep him ignorant in the name of maintaining appearances.
Younger Genesis: “Anyway—Angeal and Sephiroth. You’re still insufferably attached, I assume? Still a trio? How are they?”
Older Genesis stays quiet. The old wound on his shoulder starts to sting.
Younger Genesis: “...Alright, don’t answer that then. And what’s with this whole… wandering swordsman aesthetic? Don’t tell me I become subtle with age. It’s not my style to walk this world unaccompanied, you know. Why are you alone?”
Older Genesis stays quiet. His eyes start to sting.
Younger Genesis: “What is it? Have I said too much? I’ve been told I talk too m—hey!”
Older Genesis pulls his younger self into a tight hug. By now, the only act of salvation he can grant his younger self is grace.
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