Finally it was starting to slow down. Sephiroth was breathing easier and each sip of the water was taking the edge off a parched throat. He took Angeal's comments as exactly as they were intended, not dissimilar to the friendly banter he missed so much and it was comforting in it's reminiscence of better days. He drew his gaze over his old friend and for the first time in a while began to feel like there might be the light at the end of the tunnel that he so craved.

And then the missing one to their trio trotted up.

As Genesis approached, Sephiroth handed the mostly empty glass back to his moogle who was more than happy to flutter off back inside in the wake of the red headed arrival. He leaned back some on his hands on the front lawn and used the motion to experimentally stretch out those muscles that had been stitching him moments before. He flicked a glanced over to the one who had betrayed him and couldn't help but frown some at the comment. So, Genesis also, within his own dream thought that it was a dream as well. How complicated.

"What do you mean by that?"