"And your mind was glorifying in a found higher purpose than what SOLDIER had given you," Genesis said, guessing though he had far more information to draw from than just that night. All the information from reading files that Sephiroth probably hadn't seen yet. The broad comments Hollander would mutter when he had thought Genesis was too sick to listen. The Deepgrounders and their whispers of how the Calamity's Son made it possible for Chaos and Omega to rise.

That thought reminded him of his real reason to come to the Library as well. Was the Calamity of this world the same of the Planet's? Would that mean something would happen to start Sephiroth on his spiral or would he fight it off here? What of him and Angeal? What of tiny Cloud? Would he grow into the troubled young man forever crossing the world while demons nipped at his heels?

So many thoughts and he was not sure where to even start, let alone if time would heal any of the distance between him and Sephiroth. He will need to give him space, that was for certain. And maybe hope that curiosity would have him approach Genesis later on.

"You are now nearly fifteen years my junior, Sephiroth. The Crystal might had only hold me here for a week, but within that week, I grew old. If you feel like asking me about what happened in that time, I will answer, but they will not be easy answers."