"What will the Huge Materia do?" President Rufus asked in a very business-like way. He hadn't expected the reply Scarlet gave him.
"My dear priceless President, you're very cute when you're ignorant!" She placed a hand to her mouth an rang loud a signature laughter of hers. "Kyah haha haaa!"
Rufus said nothing, and continued glaring in his most business-like way. Heidegger took advantage of Scarlet's amusement.
"Gya ha haaah!" he guffawed, his whole large body jiggling when he did so. His long beard said nothing for his age, and he was most prized by it. "Mr. President, the Huge Materia is packed full of the Knowledge of the Ancients! Being that an Ancient has summoned the Materia"
"Sephiroth," Rufus butted in nonchalantly.
"Right," Scarlet concluded, "If we can slam a huge thing full of Ancient knowledge with something equally full of Ancient knowledge, then it should surely vanish!"
A man who had been leaning on a wall in the room the whole time who had said nothing shifted with a sigh. His goatee itched, but he refused to scratch it. Any foul body language would be his demise.
"It's quite like the universal rule of math, sir, that a negative and a negative would equal a positive!" Heidegger added, and the quiet man shook his head, unnoticed. Rufus nodded thoughtfully. It all seemed right.
"Have we got the right equipment? Enough power?" he asked, just trying to make sure all was in order. Heidegger and Scarlet, as if on cue, tittered and guffawed as they did, to which the President frowned at and the quiet man made an unpleasant face.
"Don't doubt us, Mr. President!" Scarlet commanded, demonstrating her seriousness with a swoop of her arm. "We're heads of these departments for a reason!" Heidegger laughed, and they turned and exited. Rufus stared at the door for a moment before the quiet man finally came forth and spoke.
"Mr. President," he said, in a seemingly kindly and quiet tone, as if he was shy but formal. The President turned half surprised, for it seemed he had forgotten about the man, but his face changed back to the expressionless and serious one which it had always been since he became President.
"Yes, Reeve?"
"Mr. President, does it not seem likely that colliding the Meteor with the Huge Materia will cause debris to come falling down to the planet?"
One might look at Rufus and see but a tired man, weighed down upon with a million troubles. The ones who knew him and lived in Midgar knew this was true in the light that Rufus brought them upon himself and caused more problems than he solved. Rufus rubbed his brow while listening (or not listening) to Reeve. Reeve saw this as some sort of sign that President truly did not care. And Reeve's astuteness was correct. Rufus turned and began walking out. Reeve followed.
"Mr. President, that sort of event would cause a large amount of deaths and would be completely unsafe for anyone anywhere including you, sir!"
Finally Rufus turned. One could almost see in his eyes some shade of sadness. But anyone who knew him knew better than that.
"Reeve, if the Corporate Tower stands... that's all care about," he replied coldly, and turned once again, walking down the hall towards the stairs.
"But, sir...!" called Reeve, but by the time he had the willpower to form any words on his tongue, Rufus had already entered the stairwell.
Reeve stared at the door with an air of discontent. He scratched his goatee.
