Genesis shivers under the weight of Sephiroth's words, what they mean. This is the only way Sephiroth knows how to live, but Genesis is different (is he?) he wants to be different.

He moves one hand to Sephiroth's hair, burying his fingers there until the fingertips touch the scalp, his grip strong, reassuring. He moves forward and bites Sephiroth's lower lip as if to seal a promise, dragging the gesture before speaking in a low growl:

"Good boy," Genesis says. "You aren't a weapon, not for me at least. And yet you'll be my sword."