You asked me to show my anger, yet you're unhappy when I do. Make up your mind, Genesis. You never could be patient with me. [He turned away. He wasn't particularly moved by tears. It wasn't that he was unfeeling, but he didn't have an emotional response to them. He lowered his voice, but he could still be clearly heard.] Ultimately, I know you aren't to blame.

Calm yourself. I'll answer your question. It's odd, no one asks me what I want. Even you haven't, now. You ask what I want from you, which is another question, and more the kind I'd expect you to ask. But I will tell you what I want. [He took in a deep breath, released it. He felt so odd, these days. He did feel emotions more keenly than before. Part of him felt oddly brittle, as if his exterior was a shell that might crumble away.]

I want my friends returned to me. I want to leave Shinra. I want to be free. I've only lost my friends--days ago. Not years, for me. It has only been a matter of days. Lazard is gone. Everyone expects me to carry on while everything falls apart. Yet I don't want to anymore. [After another long pause, he turned toward her again, moving quickly, his eyes bright, the expression on his face a little wry.] There. I've expressed myself.