Genesis laughs, softly. He seems more amused than concerned now, in spite of his blood loss. Maybe it's her loyalty that amuses him, the loyalty he'd shared once. "He is a tool of the government, a perfectly crafted machine. He assisted the state in orchestrating the deaths of his only friends. What kind of man would do such a thing?"

He turns from her toward Sephiroth himself, watching him thoughtfully. For his part, Sephiroth seems unaware of their presence. "A cold man, to say the least. A man who lacks feeling. He should realize by now what--and who--it is he's serving."