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[attr=class,bulk] Sephiroth was apparently not interested in accompanying Genesis onto a free cruise, and the ex-SOLDIER had no idea why his friend was so allergic to fun. Alright, so the invitation had come from the shady Bahamut cult in Torensten that he occasionally did work for, so they probably wanted something in exchange. Still, they paid well and had given him a free trip! Who was Genesis to look a gift chocobo in the mouth? Though the group had been acting a bit dodgier lately, so he’d considered before that it wouldn’t be the worst idea to cut ties with them once he had a more stable source of income. Sephiroth had been getting mercenary work from some guild called the Rising Stones lately, and maybe it wouldn’t hurt for Genesis to apply there as well. It would certainly be closer than flying down to Torensten every time he needed to make rent, and it probably came with the bonus of not being illegal.
That was something to worry about after the free cruise though.
The trip to the island passed without incident, and Genesis had spent the majority of it reading by the pool with a fruity cocktail in hand. He would have been fairly content to remain there for the entire cruise, but he did concede that he should at least check out the island once they’d made port. In a poor attempt at encouraging guests to explore though, they were randomly handing out activities to people who wanted to go ashore. While it wasn’t mandatory by any means, Genesis did at least take one and glance at his assignment a bit curiously before scoffing to himself. Parasailing? As if he couldn’t just take to the air and explore the island on his own from the skies. The idea of letting someone else do the work for him was appealing though, so after retrieving a drink from the island bar and mulling it over, he decided that perhaps trying out parasailing wouldn’t be so bad. Assuming that whoever ended up seated next to him wasn’t a total bore.
The meeting point for everyone who had been assigned parasailing was a speed boat that was parked just a short walk down the beach. Genesis had swapped out his usual attire for red swim trunks and a t-shirt with a hole cut into the back of it for his wing. He’d have been melting in his normal leather after all. After climbing onto the boat though, an employee tried to offer him a life jacket while saying something about safety regulations. “This is discrimination,” he complained while struggling to find a way to buckle it over his wing. Despite protests from staff, he ended up having to just rip a hole in the foam padding, which probably defeated the whole point of it staying buoyant anyway. Thoroughly disgruntled, he threw himself onto a free seat on the boat afterward. “Dreams of the morrow hath the shattered soul. Pride is lost. Wings stripped away, the end is nigh.”
That whole affair had taken so long that they were already assigning pairs who would go up in the air together, and Genesis glanced over at the blond man next to him, squinting as he realized that his assigned partner looked rather familiar. Had they met before?
“Oh! You were at that manor. The one where the host straight up died. Wasn’t that just the worst party?” He rolled his eyes before laughing a little as he remembered how that had ended. “Actually, I wasn’t sure who made it out alive after I burned the place down, so good for you on surviving. Anyway, I’m Genesis. Charmed, probably.”
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[attr=class,bulk] Zack didn’t seem to find it funny when Genesis mocked Sephiroth for being lazy over summoning a meteor, but where was the lie? His friend was basically a one-man army in himself, and he’d just…left everything up to a single spell. It was boring. Where was the finesse? The drama? “You just don’t understand,” Genesis said with a slight huff and a wave of his hand. “You’re too much of a hero maybe.” That comment was likely to go to Zack’s head since that had always been his main dream, but the red-haired SOLDIER had no trouble acknowledging anymore that Zack had been the hero of their story. Even if remembering that was a little annoying, it was hard to hide from the truth.
Zack also reminded him that the man working the ski rental shop didn’t speak Loveless, which made Genesis sigh a bit dramatically. “Because the play in all its glory doesn’t exist here yet. But I plan to fix that post-haste. I’ve already written the entire script down. Good thing I went to see it so often.” Writing the stage directions had been a bit trickier, but he was fairly confident that he hadn’t missed anything. Now he just needed to find a patron who would see his vision of bringing Loveless to Zephon to fruition.
As they clomped their way over to the ski lift, Zack joked that the only thing they could agree on was that they hated wearing skis, which made Genesis chuckle in agreement. “We agree on other things. I don’t think you had a terribly high opinion of Shinra either near the end.” Nothing opened someone’s eyes quite like being experimented on for years. Genesis had honestly thought that Zack had died along with Sephiroth until he’d made his escape from Nibelheim. It was tragic really, but Zack and his sunny disposition probably hadn’t examined that much yet.
The dark-haired SOLDIER settled in next to Genesis on the ski lift and wondered aloud if they’d have to wait for other people or not. “I’ll throw my drink at anyone who approaches,” Genesis promised, but that proved to be unnecessary as the lift slowly rose off the ground until their legs were left dangling. The lights strung along the mountain glinted off the snow beneath them, and it made for a stunning view against the backdrop of the night sky. “When the war of the beasts brings about the world’s end, the goddess descends from the sky,” he quoted softly, since only Loveless could really capture the beauty of the sight below them.
Eventually the lift creaked to a stop at the very top of the slope, and Genesis cautiously swung himself forward until he was standing on the skis again. Glancing down, he considered the drink that he was clutching in one hand and the ski handles in the other hand. “...I guess we should finish these quickly. I didn’t think about that.”
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[attr=class,bulk] Sephiroth would probably raise an eyebrow if he knew that Genesis had flown all the way to Torensten just to buy apples, but quite frankly, the fruit around Provo just didn’t suit him. They were a bit too sweet, and he was looking for ones that specifically resembled the Banora Whites back on Gaia. Apple juice was best when it had just a bit of tartness after all, and Genesis had decided that he was going to spend his weekend finding the perfect apples for the job. Then he would sit Sephiroth and Angeal down and make them drink his masterpiece. They had no choice. He’d already decided.
Sephiroth would probably also say that Genesis was in one of his manic phases, and he would be right. But he could shut up and drink his apple juice. Once it was made that was.
The red-haired SOLDIER had been scouring the marketplace for a few hours now, and he had a tall bag of apples to show for it. He hadn’t found anything that perfectly replicated the complexity of the Banora White, but he’d found a few varieties that he thought would suit his needs. He’d just have to experiment and see which ones worked best. In his eagerness to get going on the journey home though, Genesis nearly barrelled straight into a blonde woman who had been rushing towards the market from the opposite direction. She had a collection of some odd creatures clutched in her arms, and several others down by her feet. He didn’t get a good chance to examine them though as he tripped directly over two of them and spilled forward. He might have landed flat on his face, but he unfurled his wing at the last moment and used the momentum to land somewhat more gracefully on his back. The paper grocery bag was still clutched in his arms, but some apples had spilled out of it and were now pooling around his head. Wonderful.
“Dreams of the morrow hath the shattered soul. Pride is lost. Wings stripped away, the end is nigh,” Genesis quoted Loveless a bit dramatically before he sat up and eyed the dark-faced creatures surrounding him. “What are these things?”
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[attr=class,bulk] Sephiroth repeated the word ‘monster’ like he was remembering something that he’d previously locked up in a tight little box. Maybe he was. The way that he looked down at his hands, he had the same expression on his face as when Genesis had found him in the Nibelheim reactor. History was repeating itself, and yet Genesis couldn’t have felt more different. He’d felt vindictive back then. Spiteful. The other First-Class had always surpassed him, and even as an experiment he was perfect in every way. Sephiroth would never degrade, and so Genesis had chosen his words to hurt.
Now he felt as if he might be sick. The apples scattered across the table in front of him weren’t helping. Even if they were the wrong color, he could still imagine them as Banora Whites. The fluorescent kitchen lights above them might have almost been the dull flicker of mako. Everything was wrong between them, and Angeal still wasn’t here. The same story playing out a second time.
Sephiroth revealed that he’d signed a non-disclosure agreement about his childhood, and Genesis laughed weakly as he rubbed at one eye. “Well I think you can consider your contract null and void. If there’s anything you want to say.” Truthfully, he didn’t know a lot about his friend’s childhood outside of what was public knowledge. He’d never spoken about it beyond his open disdain for Professor Hojo, so Genesis had been left to imagine the gaps in from there. It likely wasn’t a pretty story. The price of being a successful experiment. Shinra hadn’t bothered to keep him or Angeal when they had Sephiroth. At least not as children. The company had been more than happy to exploit them both as SOLDIER members.
Sephiroth mentioned the others who had approached him to talk about Jenova. Thankfully Zack had warned him about that, so it didn’t catch Genesis off guard even if he still scowled at their stupidity. It was almost as if those so-called heroes wanted another Nibelheim incident. Now here they were, with Genesis being the one forced to tell him the truth. Again. Really the heroes had no one to blame but themselves for this.
“Yes,” he said softly in response to his friend asking if he was a monster. Sephiroth had given a hard laugh, and Genesis didn’t consider that a good sign. He rarely laughed, and certainly not in moments like this. “That’s the truth that Angeal couldn’t live with, and that you couldn’t accept. We are monsters. They made us such.” His mouth was suddenly dry, but getting up to get water was the last thing on his mind right now. “Jenova was excavated from a 2,000 year old rock layer. Shinra believed her to be one of the Cetra when they created us. Perhaps that’s true. Perhaps it isn’t. Hollander couldn’t tell me.”
Genesis gripped his fists in his lap before suddenly climbing to his feet as he feverishly recited his own interpretation of the conclusion to Loveless. “To become the dew that quenches the land. To spare the sands, the seas, the skies. I offer thee this silent sacrifice.” It both was and wasn’t what he was trying to say, and the red-haired man grasped for the right words.
“There is no normal for us. You decide what to do with this. Not Shinra. And not anyone else.”
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[attr=class,bulk] Zack protested that he made it sound like the other First-class never had anything useful to say, to which Genesis just rolled his eyes. “If the shoe fits…” Was that harsh? Truthfully Zack had grown on him after their final confrontation in Banora, but he wasn’t likely to admit that any time soon. He relished acting disdainful towards him too much. The dark-haired man was just such an easy target. Still, he dropped the pouting act as soon as Zack mentioned how Sephiroth had supposedly tried to destroy the planet.
“A meteor. He called an object from space?” Out of all the ways for the silver-haired SOLDIER to lose his mind, that hadn’t been what Genesis was expecting. “Oh, I’m never letting him live that down. And he called me lazy for skipping training. When he let a space rock do all his work for him.” Unbelievable. At least Genesis had the decency to do a proper rebellion. Involving copies of himself, but that was best not mentioned. It was a bit of a sore subject for everyone involved.
Zack also protested that it was normal to fall from huge heights, so Genesis just sighed as he gestured towards the mountain in the distance. “Just don’t fall off of that. I’m not catching you.” He probably would try to help if Zack was actually in any danger of dying, but there was no need to tell him that. Especially when Zack cut in to tell the ski lift clerk that they were looking to rent skis. Of all the nerve.
“Yes, that’s what I said,” Genesis said irritably, sipping some more of the hot chocolate as the employee got their equipment ready. The warm drink really was a nice contrast against the cold air blowing around them. Still, he had to briefly set the cup down as he dubiously took the large metal poles being handed to him. These seemed…complicated, but Genesis did his best to strap the skis to his feet. Afterward, he collected the poles in one hand and his drink in the other as he started hobbling over to the ski lift. He could always fly to the top of course, but he wanted the authentic experience. Anyway, he was likely to fly off course with metal sheets weighing him down.
“These are death traps,” Genesis complained as he slowly scooted his way to the lift. “My friend, the fates are cruel. There are no dreams, no honor remains. The arrow has left the bow of the goddess.” After grumbling his way forward enough, Genesis finally managed to reach the lift and he flopped backwards onto one of the benches making its way upward towards the top of the slope. Hopefully Zack was having more luck than he was.
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[attr=class,bulk] Sephiroth’s hands were shaking. Genesis noticed it when he placed his mug of coffee down, and the sight made him uneasy. His friend’s hands on his sword were always so perfectly steady that it seemed wrong somehow to watch him show weakness. Even when Genesis had taunted him with his origins in the reactor, it hadn’t been quite like this. What was the difference between then and now? Did Sephiroth truly care that much about him and Angeal? The thought made Genesis look away in shame.
Sephiroth started a sentence that he didn’t finish, and that was so unlike him that it made Genesis wince. He didn’t rush his friend though. Sephiroth started pacing back and forth like their apartment had transformed into a cage. In some ways maybe it had. Finally he expressed that Hojo had told him that Jenova was his mother’s name, but that he still didn’t really know what she was. There was an unspoken question there, and Genesis wished anyone else was there to answer it. He’d already answered it once and made a complete mess of it. Maybe that’s why it had to be him this time. He had to do it better. More thoroughly.
“Everything I know about Jenova came from Hollander. I never learned the specifics about your case since that was under Hojo,” he was forced to admit. “I can tell you what she is, but…” But what? Goddess if only Angeal were here. He’d know what to say. He understood what would calm someone quiet and stoic far better than Genesis ever had. “But you aren’t alone this time!” He finally burst out, leaning forward in his chair and biting his lip. They never talked like this. Part of him was embarrassed and the rest was past caring. What exactly did they have to lose at this point? “I did this wrong last time. I was dying and Angeal was dead and I took everything I was feeling out on you. I called you a monster because I’d called myself that all along.” It was hard to articulate everything that had gone wrong in that reactor. Truthfully he was still mad at Sephiroth for telling him he could go rot, but at this point he suspected that those words were spoken in the same spiteful way that he’d called his friend the perfect monster. Maybe they just didn’t know how to talk to each other at all without Angeal.
Sephiroth said that he would have defected if he had told him the truth. Genesis frowned and gripped his legs a bit tighter but didn’t otherwise respond. It was a heavy statement. How different things might have been if Sephiroth had left with them. He asked why Genesis and Angeal hadn’t trusted him in a way that was strangely emotional. All the red-haired SOLDIER had ever wanted was for his friend to show an ounce of emotion, but now that it was here, he wasn’t sure if he liked it. Sephiroth seemed a few seconds away from losing control. Was this what had happened in Niblheim? He hadn’t actually witnessed the fire himself, and Zack had always been cagey on the details.
“I didn’t take Angeal either at first,” he admitted, forcing himself to try to explain what had gone through his mind during those last days at Shinra. All of the guilt and panic as he’d sweet-talked half of SOLDIER into walking out. Not his friends though. “Hollander…said he could cure my degradation if I left with him. He lied of course, but what did I have to lose at that point? I didn’t want either of you to be a scientist’s lapdog with me though.” They already were as it turned out. All of them had been born into Shinra’s science department. Irony had a bitter taste. “Angeal only left later after he’d found me in Wutai. I knew the truth about you two by then. When I thought it was just me…Yes. I should have told you. But I didn’t ” He wanted to hide behind that truth with Loveless, but for once no stanzas came naturally to his lips. It felt like he’d forgotten how to even breathe, let alone speak poetry.
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[attr=class,bulk] Zack expressed his optimism that telling Sephiroth the truth wouldn’t go the same way as last time, and Genesis just sighed as he took a sip of his drink. “That’s actually a good point. He at least won’t be able to go on a week long research bender without sleep.” To be honest, Genesis had occasionally wondered how much of Sephiroth’s mental breakdown was just because no one had forced the silver-haired SOLDIER to take a break. Then again, maybe the others stationed in Niblheim hadn’t realized how obsessive he was being. Sephiroth tended to be a shut-in, but especially when he’d found a project to focus on.
Zack casually dropped that Sephiroth had come back from the dead and tried to destroy Gaia, and Genesis nearly choked on his hot chocolate. “Please tell me you’re joking. How is Sephiroth supposed to destroy the world? Bore it to death? Cut it in half with the masamune? Burn a hole in the earth by reflecting the sun off his abs?” He was being ridiculous and he knew it, but he was honestly curious. Shinra had plenty of tech that could certainly do some damage to the entire planet, but Sephiroth shouldn’t have had access to that unless he’d broken into weapons development or something.
Zack had apparently met Aerith by crashing through her roof, and Genesis just sighed before blowing on his drink to cool it down. “Sometimes I don’t know how you’re a real person.” That was really all he had to say about that.
The other first-class was excited to check out the ski slopes, and he wondered aloud if they were allowed to bring their alcohol. “The best thing about not following the rules is that everything’s allowed,” Genesis informed him with what he considered to be sage advice. He then marched out into the cold with his drink still clasped in one hand as if daring someone to stop him.
It was freezing outside with snow swirling overhead, and it would have been dark if not for the lights illuminating the path up to the ski slope. Genesis was grateful for his coat, boots, and gloves as he strode forward, eyeing the building in front of the ski lift as it came into view. “I suppose that’s where we rent the skis and those…handles.” He honestly had no idea what they were called, which did not bode well for how this was going to go. Genesis might not have normally considered going skiing with Zack at all, but he was a few drinks in and so he was open to trying new things. Even if he wiped out, at least the mountain was beautiful at night.
Striding up to the counter with Zack, Genesis confidently recited Loveless at the person working the equipment rental. “When the war of the beasts brings about the world's end The goddess descends from the sky Wings of light and dark spread afar She guides us to bliss, her gift everlasting.” Excellent. That would convey that they needed skis.
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[attr=class,bulk] Sephiroth seemed shocked that he and Angeal were involved in this too, and Genesis could only shake his head at that. “We all have wings, don’t we?” He supposed that they had never really talked about why. Maybe it was easier to just ignore the obvious. Particularly when his friend had been suppressing some of his own memories.
Honestly, Genesis himself was more eager to argue with Sephiroth’s nonsense that he had never been a hero than to talk about what had happened to the three of them. “Yet how many people looked up to you? Including me before we met.” He’d never really told Sephiroth that before, but he’d greatly admired the young SOLDIER when they were kids. Genesis had yearned to escape from Banora and go to Midgar, and Sephiroth was the youngest SOLDIER ever allowed to join. It was only natural that he’d idolized the younger boy. Until he’d learned first-hand how infuriating he could be at least.
Sephiroth asked slowly if Shinra had experimented on him and Angeal, but it was the question of why he hadn’t told him anything that made Genesis look away. “I didn’t know. Not until my injury during our sparring accident when I sprouted a wing. Then Hollander told me everything.” The words were slow in coming, but it was better to start with himself than to outline what exactly Jenova was. That was where he’d failed Sephiroth last time. He’d told him that Jenova was a monster without making it clear that his friend wasn’t the only casualty of Shinra’s experiments. He had a second chance at this, and he had to be honest this time.
“I was born in Midgar and taken in by the Shinra science department. Angeal’s mother—Gillian—was a scientist who infused herself with Jenova’s cells. They grafted Gillian’s cells into me, but they never bonded with my genes entirely. That’s why I was degrading. My cells were unraveling. I was considered a failure and given to a family in Banora.” The words were ashes in his mouth. That’s what his life amounted to after all, didn’t it? The first Jenova experiment and nothing but a failure at that. “Angeal inherited her cells naturally when he was born. He was a success, but Gillian took him with her when she left for Banora. And they only let her take him because-…” Genesis gripped his legs tighter before looking up at his friend. “Because Hojo had come up with an even greater success.” It was obvious what he meant, but the answer was still painful between them. Only one of them had to suffer their childhood with Shinra, and Genesis almost felt like he could echo Sephiroth’s question. Why didn’t you tell me? The silver-haired man had never hidden his past necessarily, but he had certainly downplayed it.
Seeking comfort in Loveless, Genesis muttered his favorite stanza under his breath. “My soul, corrupted by vengeance Hath endured torment, to find the end of the journey In my own salvation And your eternal slumber.”
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[attr=class,bulk] Zack seemed thrilled that Sephiroth liked him, though Genesis couldn’t for the life of him understand why. Then again he actively went out of his way to not follow the silver-haired general’s orders, so he might have been a little biased. Sephiroth was just so infuriatingly passive sometimes, yet everyone seemed to want his approval.
The girl from Wutai had apparently already confronted Sephiroth about what had happened back on Gaia, and Genesis groaned as he put a hand to his forehead. “I swear to the goddess if one of them triggers him into losing it…” Here he was, going out of his way to pretend like nothing was wrong and the others were just ruining it. What did some random girl from Wutai care about what had happened in Niblheim anyway?
It occurred to Genesis then that Zack had said something odd.
“What do you mean they defeated him?” He asked slowly. “I thought he died in Niblheim when you were taken by Shinra.” Angeal had turned up alive on Zephon, so he hadn’t really thought anything of Sephiroth doing the same, but Zack sounded like he was talking about a different incident. Did that mean the silver-haired man had survived falling into the lifestream? Had something else happened? Genesis didn’t like feeling out of the loop in general, but especially not about one of his friends.
Zack expanded on who Aerith was, and Genesis tilted his head in interest. “Really? I didn’t know any of the ancients were left. I can’t say I’m surprised Hojo had a hand in it though.” He grimaced a bit at the mere thought of the scientist. He thought about berating Zack again for not letting him kill Hojo when he’d had the chance, but for once he decided to let something go. The first-class had certainly learned his lesson on Hojo in the hardest way possible after he’d spent four years in a tank. Everything was an experiment to that monster of Shinra’s.
Zack professed that he would be perfectly fine with the alcohol, and Genesis just shook his head. “My friend, your desire Is the bringer of life, the gift of the goddess.” Or he certainly hoped so at any rate. Either way, the other SOLDIER asked about logistics, and Genesis squinted at the front desk. “I think you can rent equipment at the base of the mountain and then you take one of those lifts up to the top.” A bit stupid when he could simply fly up the slope, but if he had to blend in then fine. He could play at being normal. Even when normal was boring.
“To the slope then!” He declared, pulling on his red coat as he wondered how his night had ended with Zack of all people. Truly his life was in the gutter.
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[attr=class,bulk] Sephiroth was quiet for a long time while Genesis felt like he was going to crack with emotion. It was boiling up and pressing at his lips, and he just knew he was going to say something he shouldn’t. Except then his friend softly asked the last question that he had been expecting.
The red-haired SOLDIER stared up at him for a moment, his grip loosening on the apple until it thudded on the kitchen floor and gently rolled away. Genesis didn’t stop to pick it up.
“Oh.” He let out a breath of air through his teeth. “I thought you didn’t remember.” Then again, he had been gone for a bit. Of his own volition, but perhaps some of Sephiroth’s memories had returned to him in that time. Zack had also warned him that some others from Gaia had made their appearance on Zephon lately. Maybe they had done something stupid like poking the sleeping summon that was Sephiroth’s memories.
“What doesn’t have to do with Jenova when it comes to us three?” He asked finally, drawing his legs up into the kitchen chair with him so that he could wrap his arms around them. His wing was stretched uncomfortably tight against his back in this position, but somehow that felt appropriate. It was the part of him that he owed most to Jenova after all. Even just her name was like a suffocating behemoth standing between them.
“Three friends go into battle. One is captured. One flies away. The one that is left becomes a hero.” As Genesis summarized Loveless, he looked up at Sephiroth tiredly. “Angeal certainly flew away, didn’t he?” For once, Loveless didn’t seem like enough for what he was trying to say. Someone more artistically-inclined might have been able to read between the lines, but he had a feeling that Sephiroth would only be annoyed by his roundabout answers. Still, his mood was dour and his mind was running in circles so he couldn’t make himself stop. “I always wanted to be the hero. But in the end, I know what I was.”
The prisoner. And a monster, but he couldn’t bring himself to say the word. Not when it had gone so badly last time.
“I-...” He hesitated, feeling like he wouldn’t be able to take it back once he’d said it. “I knew what part I played then too. The last time we talked. And I took it out on you.”
