Mercury is somewhere among the infantrymen, instantly noticeable for her blue hair as Sephiroth is for his silver. Genesis, she has spoken to only once or twice, and never substantially. Sephiroth, she has known even as father.
It's not difficult to guess where her bias will lie. In her eyes, Genesis is only another face, and Sephiroth is still known as the great hero. Then she is no longer amid the group, but near the side of the bleeding man. Unhurried steps bring her closer.
"In that state," she observes, "Are you thinking of trying to reach him?" Everything in this dream, despite it seemingly belonging to Genesis, focuses on Sephiroth even now. She notices it.
Whether it comes from the old admiration, from jealousy of what Sephiroth can accomplish, or from the bitterness of betrayal, she knows all those, too. There was once someone she wanted to be with above all else, who betrayed everything. Despite herself, perhaps she understands Genesis, too.
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It's not difficult to guess where her bias will lie. In her eyes, Genesis is only another face, and Sephiroth is still known as the great hero. Then she is no longer amid the group, but near the side of the bleeding man. Unhurried steps bring her closer.
"In that state," she observes, "Are you thinking of trying to reach him?" Everything in this dream, despite it seemingly belonging to Genesis, focuses on Sephiroth even now. She notices it.
Whether it comes from the old admiration, from jealousy of what Sephiroth can accomplish, or from the bitterness of betrayal, she knows all those, too. There was once someone she wanted to be with above all else, who betrayed everything. Despite herself, perhaps she understands Genesis, too.