It was his dream. It was supposed to go whichever way he directed it!

Then why did this version of Genesis not simply accept what he had said and roll with it? Her reaction caused Sephiroth to gauge her more carefully, searching her face almost looking for the reasoning that should be easily discernible. It was no good though, Sephiroth simply couldn't read Genesis the way that he had been able to before.

It had been a long time since he'd seen his friend, but the nuances of expression didn't seem to fit right on a female face. Jarring, to say the least.

"I didn't expect to find you in mage robes, that's all." Sephiroth spoke somewhat nonchalantly in reply, determined forever in his coolness to brush off this strange circumstance.

"Your hair has grown some as well, if I'm not so mistaken."