CONTROL
No matter how much they refused to admit it, Sephiroth and Genesis were both similar animals. They had an insatiable need for dominance, for power, and a constant desire to be in control. These traits were the driving forces behind Genesis' desertion, his abandonment of Shin-Ra and, though viewed differently by the First, his eventual abandonment of Sephiroth.
The silver general even went so far as to offer him his position of "hero", a title he believed Genesis so desperately wanted. But Sephiroth could never understand, Genesis mused. He would never know what it felt like to always be second best, to have honor and glory stripped away as soon as Shin-ra's prized general stepped on to the scene. In his eyes, Sephiroth had taken what was rightfully his from the very beginning.
"Your glory…should have been mine." He keeps his voice level, steady, in an attempt to hide the venom he knows is seeping through.
"Hmph. How petty."
Genesis could only smirk. "In hindsight, perhaps."
A look of indifference was sent his way, but the redhead could see something dangerous flash beneath those green eyes. Even now Sephiroth possessed and air of superiority that could simply come off as pride to those that didn't truly know him.
And Genesis swore he would someday wipe that look of haughtiness off the man's face and do naught but laugh as he brought him down.