Disclaimer: Final Fantasy (c) Square Enix
Mankind has many desires. Oftentimes these desires are not met and grieved for accordingly. Genesis desired many things, but only a handful could he hope to claim. Angeal knew these desires well; having listened to the list come from the man's lips himself. Genesis was so passionate that Angeal was certain he would achieve some of his desires if only out of pure stubbornness. It was endearing, actually, and that passion is what would convince men to follow him into battle without doubts.
Angeal had many hopes. He hoped that some of his superiors would pull their heads out of their asses (not that he ever expected it to happen). He hoped that he made the right decisions on the field and during battle. He hoped that he did right by Zack and (hoped and prayed) that he took the lessons and simulations seriously.
While he couldn't keep track of his hopes by mid-afternoon (and that was on a day when things were going well), Angeal could count his desires on one hand. It didn't include a raise in ranks (he was rather content where he was, thank you) or even a dream of great wealth. No. His desire was clad in red leather and black knee high boots with an, occasional, habit of spouting poetry. His desire was far from perfect, but damn near close enough with a matching pride.
Many men never fulfilled their desires and it was a sad truth. But, Angeal thought as his desire cast him a heated look from beneath the fringe of his auburn hair; at least someone out there had been gracious enough to let him have his.