For just a moment it looked obvious, as Genesis recounted it, that Sephiroth had indeed had a similar dream but that moment itself was fleeting. That particular spark of interest was blinked sternly out of his eyes as he continued to regard his friend as he continued. He had dismissed that dream as a product of his own exhaustive state at the time and as such a few of the details hadn't been retained through to consciousness - not surprising at all considering Sephiroth's personal ordeal before he'd been found by the Esdham patrol.

As much as he might well scold himself later for it though, Sephiroth could not help but to feel overly concerned for his once-comrade's well being. Genesis looked tired, and very much spread too thin. It was obvious he couldn't have been eating right, so wound up in his researches that immediately Sephiroth drew parallels within himself; hadn't he been equally obsessed in dispelling the red tape surrounding Project G? He was certain he had never looked as bad as Genesis did in this instance, though.

"Genesis. I-" Cannot lose you too. Had something happened to Angeal? This was the first thought that snapped to the forefront of everything. Sephiroth blinked a few times, shrugged against the pillows as if he might be able to make himself more able to focus on exactly what was in front of him and put his own troubles back where they belonged -out of the way from interfering with his logic.

It felt like this were a scene from a nightmare he might have had, and an odd sense of deja vu was not too far behind. Sephiroth was struck by

"-I'm not sure that I understand you. You look tired-"