@serapime —- “ i would have found you eventually. ” THE DUTCH HOUSE.
a sickness has settled inside her body. genesis could not tell you how long it has been there — it's only recently that it has come to her attention, reared its ugly head and brought his entire world crashing down around her. but genesis is brave, invulnerable; a soldier of his class should not feel any significant pain, or sickness. that would only serve to make shinra look bad, and even worse: make genesis look weak. that just simply won't do. so if genesis happens to feel nausea twisting at his gut, well, he'll just chalk that up to that disgusting look on his companion's face: pity. oh sephiroth, she thinks to himself. you always did make me sick to my stomach.
"respectfully, my dear sephiroth," his words are tightly laced with venom and misdirected rage, spat out as fast as she can manage. "if i didn't want you to find me, you would never see me again." it's not as though she wasn't tempted to hide. the idea of ducking into some hidden corner and watching sephiroth hunt high and low, desperately trying to sniff him out like a bloodhound — it has a certain appeal. the poor girl has always had the misfortune of provoking genesis' sadistic side. he can't help but want to taunt her, deprive her, kick her whilst she's down. before, he would have considered it an exercise in humility: a reminder that shinra's favourite weapon was just as human as he is. that feels like a sick joke now. maybe she is just a monster. "how would that make you feel, if i was gone? would you cry for me?" genesis scoffs. "are you even capable of that?"
"but no matter, i came to you instead. i wanted you to see this." he knew he'd find her here: the vr room. the scene of the crime, the killing floor. sephiroth carried guilt like it was penance, of course she had come here to lay in it. it weighed her down, made her small and fragile. the room seemed to swallow her up, lost in shrapnel and wires and regret. what gives her the right to wear such a wounded expression, when he is the one broken? for once in his pathetic life, genesis felt a sense of power over her, and she intended to use it. "i wanted you to see exactly what you did to me." she has shed his coat, bare arms save for the thick bandage wrapped tightly around his shoulder. the smell of copper lingers in the air, and genesis wonders faintly if she has bled through the fabric. good. let her see. he hopes it fucking hurts.
if they saw her in here, speaking to sephiroth like this, they'd probably have him court - martialed. goddess knows they must be looking for a reason at this point. she certainly won't be allowed to continue, business as usual. living proof of shinra's failures must be dealt with. he knows she's living on borrowed time. and what better way to use that time than to twist the knife again?
he gets as close to the girl as she will allow him to, half - expecting her to flinch away. dragging her down to eye level, genesis stares straight through her. her voice, hoarse from hours of crying and shouting and praying, drops to something low and dark. "you have ruined me." he doesn't let sephiroth break eye contact, following her gaze whenever it threatens to stray. he wants her to feel it, like a knife in the back (or shoulder). "and for that, i will never, ever forgive you."