Genesis touches his forehead, whispers to him that they'll emerge victorious. They - the two of them. Alone. No army, no SOLDIER program, no Genesis Copies - none of that mattered. It was just them.

(Something so forbidden, Sephiroth could barely think it. That there could be a Sephiroth that wasn't embedded in the context of the Shinra Armed Forces. That he could be one of a pair. That he could possess someone, for himself, and they him. That they could touch not in violence.)

"Genesis..." he whispers. Like a supplication. Like a prayer. His shoulders tremble.