Perhaps - no, surely - on another day when Hojo's senses were less assaulted, Genesis' words would have little impact. As it stands, however, at present they shoot right through the professor's nervous system, sending a chill down his spine which very nearly makes him drop the phone again.
The failures are the only ones left standing.
At the back of his mind, this very thought had started to bloom years ago, crept into his consciousness now and again, nagging and insidious. That's why- That's why Sephiroth had to succeed. That's why the One-Winged Angel needed to take flight - to leave on the dying world Hojo's last and greatest legacy. To beat down every miserable failure that had coalesced together in their hatred for their maker.
Seven years.
Hojo's voice is waspish as he speaks again.]
No. If there is one similarity between Project S and G, it was the desired outcome. The methods made all the difference, as the products can attest. Sephiroth is the superior specimen - perfection by my hands. He will always remain a class above you, Genesis, just as I have always been a class above Hollander.
[Father. No. Sephiroth is of no blood relation to Hojo. The father's deeds will always marr that of the son's, and Sephiroth could not be marred. Sephiroth was made to sever all ties to earth and rise above the common dirt of human existence.]
But this is no time to exchange old stories, as much as I know you like your tales. [He needs to end this conversation quickly; his mind is in desperate need of rest.] Why are you with Sephiroth, boy? What are you doing?
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Date: 2010-02-05 07:23 am (UTC)Years.
Perhaps - no, surely - on another day when Hojo's senses were less assaulted, Genesis' words would have little impact. As it stands, however, at present they shoot right through the professor's nervous system, sending a chill down his spine which very nearly makes him drop the phone again.
The failures are the only ones left standing.
At the back of his mind, this very thought had started to bloom years ago, crept into his consciousness now and again, nagging and insidious. That's why- That's why Sephiroth had to succeed. That's why the One-Winged Angel needed to take flight - to leave on the dying world Hojo's last and greatest legacy. To beat down every miserable failure that had coalesced together in their hatred for their maker.
Seven years.
Hojo's voice is waspish as he speaks again.]
No. If there is one similarity between Project S and G, it was the desired outcome. The methods made all the difference, as the products can attest. Sephiroth is the superior specimen - perfection by my hands. He will always remain a class above you, Genesis, just as I have always been a class above Hollander.
[Father. No. Sephiroth is of no blood relation to Hojo. The father's deeds will always marr that of the son's, and Sephiroth could not be marred. Sephiroth was made to sever all ties to earth and rise above the common dirt of human existence.]
But this is no time to exchange old stories, as much as I know you like your tales. [He needs to end this conversation quickly; his mind is in desperate need of rest.] Why are you with Sephiroth, boy? What are you doing?