"What do monsters dream of if they still have their minds?"

His words were spoken softly, with an underlying hint of the betrayal and pain from realizing what exactly he and Angeal had been subjected to before they were born. There was little hope in matters changing for them this late, and Genesis knew that the path he and his childhood friend were on will soon be the same for Sephiroth. Maybe he should not have laid the foundations towards Project S. Maybe he should have left Sephiroth alone.

Maybe if he had any hope left but the few shreds of an unfinished poem, Genesis would have tried to save Sephiroth from this pain as well.

"My friend, the fates are so cruel."