"I love you."
Slime slips from her fingertips as she speaks the words. His own do not surface as sound, instead, bubbles billow around him in awe. They wonder if they are dreaming before they erupt into acrid yellow and toxic green.
She places a hand to the glass and observes the spittle dribbling down his chin. "You are my son." She seeks the recognition she rightfully deserves, "and you will most certainly awaken."
He is unable to do anything except choke around the tubing fed into his mouth – he opens his eyes.
"Sephiroth," she smiles softly. Her son's heartbeat rages at her call. The distant beeping of monitors begins to grow alarmed. "Sephiroth" she repeats.
For the most part, her presence in the laboratory remains undetected, although she can hear disquiet and concerned shouts behind doors that are – rather peculiarly – jammed. She pays little attention to this because no mortal would stand a chance against a god.
Jenova cannot be contained.
Her child awakens feline eyes, and in an instant all is understood. He raises his hand to press against hers; and though he does not recognise who or what this woman is, he knows they are deeply connected.
They are the united; both stripped of humanity but very much alive. They are reflections of the same vision. Her skin tingles with realisation. It dawns upon her just as the same knowledge slowly lights his eyes.
"My baby boy."
He itches to touch her skin. Just a touch. "Do not forget me." She says as she presses he lips to the glass where his long fingers lay. "Rest."
Sephiroth falls into sleep as easily as he was roused from it. He is unaware as her slim body slips in between the various gurgling atrocities and unknown horrors of Hojo's playground.
When he is brought back into consciousness by the five or six panicked lab assistants checking his vitals, Sephiroth wonders if has truly lost his mind.
Or perhaps, the searing heat at his palm is really a burn from his mother's kiss.