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[Strange as it was for Sephiroth to break the silence the moment he did the weight of the air between them seemed to let off a little. Admittedly this is probably only something Sephiroth can feel but the pressure on his mind coming off was needed.

He took a deep breath and let it out slowly before turning and looking over at Zack. He feels so similar to Cloud, yet they are not the same. Sephiroth's hatred is easily stirred at the thought of his enemy and he looks away briefly then.]

Then perhaps you should think quieter.

[ Normally, he wouldn't give a second thought to a comment like that, but something about the way Sephiroth says it makes him sit up a little - focused. ]

...you can tell that?

[ Of course, he knows he wasn't spared the same treatment Cloud received -- both of them were given the Sephiroth gene and become incomplete 'clones'. Besides being hounded by Genesis and having his hair eaten, though, he hasn't been affected otherwise.

And well- he wasn't actually sure if he was reconstituted with the altered genetics or not. Only Sephiroth would know. ]

[Sephiroth smoothly, slowly nods at Zack in return. Watching Zack intently all along, watching for any sign that this may turn hostile. He doesn't trust him, he nearly hates him and it's apparent in the distance Sephiroth keeps.]

I can, though you'll be glad to know it's not specifics.

[He doesn't know much about the project that Hojo started when he'd joined with Mother; only that there had been plenty of cells to call upon when the Reunion had started. When his consciousness had secured itself to a physical form once more and he'd felt out all of the strings.]

...I see.

[ He sits up properly, his demeanor and answer quiet, if not subdued. It doesn't induce the knee-jerk reaction he thought it might, though it does make him feel vaguely uncomfortable.

Or maybe it's hostility he feels emanating from the other that makes his hair stand on end. ]

Do you want me to leave?

[ However Sephiroth might feel about him, it's an honest question. He doesn't want to linger if his presence could induce a conflict. ]

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[He has a great deal of hatred towards a great deal of people. Zack included. Betrayals gone unpunished, defeats left unavenged. Though it's under control for the time being, it might only take a spark to flare up.

Sephiroth notes Zack's quiet demeanor, indeed how could anyone be expected to react to the idea that someone else could feel the weight of their thoughts. It might prove useful, but could also prove a reason for him to stay the distance away from Zack.

He turns and steps closer to the edge of the roof again, a silence falls before he eventually answers Zack.]

That wouldn't solve anything. We're stuck here all the same.

[ It's strange, really, but even after all the terrible things that have happened to him, it's not hatred or vengefulness that he feels towards Sephiroth. The knowledge that he is a threat to the world (this one and his own) is very much in the forefront of his mind...but isn't tinged by resentment. Not anymore.

It would take a bit of provocation to actually make him angry.

He flicks the flat side of the Buster sword lightly. ]

Maybe.

[ Stuck here or not, they don't have to be on top of each other all the time.

He's quiet again for a moment, thinking. ]

You don't really remember me, do you?

[ Not that it really matters, either way -- Sephiroth seemed perfectly willing to cut him down and label him a 'traitor' back in Nibelheim. Still, there's something about the looks the other keeps giving him that makes him wonder just how much Sephiroth has lost by forsaking his humanity. ]

I do remember you.

[He responds almost urgently. AS if he didn't need to think about it. For sure, he hadn't remembered Zack on sight when he had broadcast his video all over the network here by putting the name to the face had been all needed to pin down the last memory of Zack that Sephiroth has.

Nibelheim, Jenova. All those traitors. Zack might not be able to tell but Sephiroth's expression darkens just underneath it's neutral facade

After a pause, Sephiroth continues, allowing his gaze to wander from the black-haired SOLDIER out over the grounds again.]

I remember enough, to still call you traitor. Like the rest of your pathetic race.

[His tone was rather flat, matter-of-factly enough that should give some assurance that this exchange won't turn violent; but then this is Sephiroth and his moods may flip on a hair-twitch.]

[ 'Traitor.'

He almost smiles (sad and introspective) at that -- the expected answer that both stung and didn't. Sephiroth said he remembers 'enough', but even that implies what he already suspected -- that the other doesn't remember everything and/or what he does remember has been twisted.

He doesn't say anything for a long moment -- there's little reason to argue the point about humanity so he won't. Instead, he lifts up his sword, the length of it gleaming faintly in the starlight. Contemplating it openly, as if there's something there to be seen, the answer he gives is quiet. ]

Genesis. Angeal. Hollander.

[ He looks at Sephiroth. ]

Those names don't mean anything to you, do they?

[Sephiroth stretches out his large black wing when Zack lifts his sword up. If this was going to escalate, Sephiroth was standing entirely too close and he'd be up off the rooftop to get the room needed to summon Masamune.

Though oddly, the atmosphere didn't feel hostile. Sephiroth tilts his head a little at Zack, trying to figure him out. Those three names do completely nothing to make this any easier either. Why would Zack try to bring up memories Sephiroth has lost? To try and instill some guilt where there wasn't any? Even if Sephiroth did remember them, it doesn't change the fact-]

It doesn't matter.

[ Not to instill guilt, no. He's not optimistic enough to think Sephiroth has or ever will feel guilt for everything he's done. His reasons for asking are more personal in nature, and at the root of it is a very profound sense of loss.

The past is the past, but if there's even a shred of the man he used to know left in this incarnation of Sephiroth, he'd like to know.

He smiles faintly, sad and wistful. ]

I guess not.

[ A heavy sigh, and he rises, the Buster sword sliding smoothly into place at his back. ]

Sorry I bothered you.

[ And with that, he turns to go. ]

[Keep holding onto that belief, Zack and it's just going to make this easier. What little Sephiroth remembers of his life pre-crisis is deeply tainted by the utter betrayal he felt after uncovering the truth at Nibelheim. It had been a game changer, impossible to ever forgive.

He was completely his own now, destined to carry out the life intended for him. However he wanted to take it, this had been Mother's greatest gift to him.]

As I said, I suggest to let it go.

[Sephiroth returns to gazing out over the grounds as Zack makes his leave. Logically, he knows he will inevitably have to face that one; but Sephiroth isn't phased at all by that. The SOLDIER has too much holding him back.]

[ He stops, just briefly at those words, flashing back to a moment etched into his memory.

Finish Sephiroth off.

He said it to Cloud, then, but if it becomes necessary, he'll take that burden upon himself.

The answer he gives (as much for himself as Sephiroth) is soft, yet not without a hint of steel. ]

I already have.

[ He starts walking again, and this time, he doesn't look back. ]

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