Genesis eclipses the door, stepping closer, breaking Sephiroth's line of sight to the name 'JENOVA' impressed over the door. Sephiroth blinks. He - he feels unsettled. Sometimes his thoughts are racing faster and sometimes slower. That image that had risen up in his mind so powerfully a moment ago now fades, almost fizzles, like a glitching hologram.
That thing isn't your mother.
It -
Ever since he was young, Hojo had told him his mother's name was Jenova. Though he hasn't possessed her picture for years, the image is burned into his mind: A woman in a white coat, turning towards the camera, her eyes soft and brown and kind, her hair pulled into a high ponytail. Surely a human woman. It wouldn't - it wouldn't make sense for a human woman to be ensconced within a mako reactor, not even by Hojo's unethical standards. And what would human blood have to do with monsters, anyway? Even Gillian's role in Project G had to do with the normal cycle of human birth; no one had imprisoned her in a reactor.
But the idea is so strong. He can almost hear her - the time has come, help me, free me, come to my side, my son - but, surely, surely she couldn't be imprisoned here with no other imprisoners, right? That thing isn't your mother - if Jenova is a name that signifies something else, and Hojo lied and told Sephiroth his mother was Jenova -
To hide her from him. Of course. It's so simple. So stupid. So that any research Sephiroth might be able to do would lead him in circles, lead him to - to what? A beast in a reactor core? A program? An AI? But it - his head throbs again, and that image rises up - his mother, crying - but what if she needs him, she needs him, she's calling him -
"Listen to me, Sephiroth!"
Genesis's voice cries out, cuts across his racing thoughts, dispels the image again, fizzling into static.
They could search for her together. Shinra... lied. Hojo lied. Genesis had discovered truths about himself that lay hidden - and now he is offering to help Sephiroth do the same. Depending on what happens... The lighting surrounding the reactor door frames Genesis like a halo of soft white light, rendering him angelic. He holds out a Banora White. His favorite prop.
Sephiroth... reaches his hand out. Touches the apple, but does not take it yet. His hand rests against it, his fingers brushing Genesis's own. "I..." he says, his voice faltering. "I need to know. I need to know the truth."
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That thing isn't your mother.
It -
Ever since he was young, Hojo had told him his mother's name was Jenova. Though he hasn't possessed her picture for years, the image is burned into his mind: A woman in a white coat, turning towards the camera, her eyes soft and brown and kind, her hair pulled into a high ponytail. Surely a human woman. It wouldn't - it wouldn't make sense for a human woman to be ensconced within a mako reactor, not even by Hojo's unethical standards. And what would human blood have to do with monsters, anyway? Even Gillian's role in Project G had to do with the normal cycle of human birth; no one had imprisoned her in a reactor.
But the idea is so strong. He can almost hear her - the time has come, help me, free me, come to my side, my son - but, surely, surely she couldn't be imprisoned here with no other imprisoners, right? That thing isn't your mother - if Jenova is a name that signifies something else, and Hojo lied and told Sephiroth his mother was Jenova -
To hide her from him. Of course. It's so simple. So stupid. So that any research Sephiroth might be able to do would lead him in circles, lead him to - to what? A beast in a reactor core? A program? An AI? But it - his head throbs again, and that image rises up - his mother, crying - but what if she needs him, she needs him, she's calling him -
"Listen to me, Sephiroth!"
Genesis's voice cries out, cuts across his racing thoughts, dispels the image again, fizzling into static.
They could search for her together. Shinra... lied. Hojo lied. Genesis had discovered truths about himself that lay hidden - and now he is offering to help Sephiroth do the same. Depending on what happens... The lighting surrounding the reactor door frames Genesis like a halo of soft white light, rendering him angelic. He holds out a Banora White. His favorite prop.
Sephiroth... reaches his hand out. Touches the apple, but does not take it yet. His hand rests against it, his fingers brushing Genesis's own. "I..." he says, his voice faltering. "I need to know. I need to know the truth."