"You won't allow it?" He laughs again. "I've made no move to go."

He glances down at the wound. Suddenly, it seems to open wider, though no greater amount of blood comes from it. He contemplates the change, knowing it for what it is: degradation.

"Oh, I have many ways to strike." But he still doesn't stir from where he stands. "I don't deceive myself that I can face him directly, like this. He is a superlative monster." Genesis' lips twist as he glances toward Sephiroth again. There's more than a physical distance separating them. In Sephiroth's mind, it is the distance between life and death. But is he right about that?

"You're loyal to him, are you?" Genesis asks. "So was I, once. But there's nothing to be loyal to."