Summary: Sometimes acting on that homicidal impulse is the right thing to do. Pre-crazy Sephiroth.
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A/N: I know, this is just a little tag, some information that needs to be conveyed and doesn't fit with the chapters that flank it. I know what should be done with it, but I'd so much rather have these Zack and Sephiroth talk.
"So what'd you two talk about?" Zack had loaded himself in his regular chair in the General's office.
"Work."
"Oh, please tell me you just made that up."
"No Zack, I mean you, get back to work."
Zack thought for a moment, and then shook off the diversion attempt.
"You really talked about work?"
"What would you have me talk about?" Sephiroth asked, "My childhood? That nightmare in Wutai? Weapons maybe?"
"Well OK, so you are a bit conversationally challenged. We need to get you a hobby."
"I do not need a hobby. Luckily the thing the lady doctor is most interested in is mako disorders and soldiers, something I am also interested in."
"Well that's good, you have something in common then!"
"We discussed you."
"Me? What? Why?"
Sephiroth gave him a blank and utterly unreadable look. The one that Zack knew indicated a stop of all flow of information.
"Fine," he said, turning to leave, but then stopped, "Just tell me one thing, and I promise not to ask anything more about it."
"What?"
"Did you have a good time?"
Sephiroth considered.
"Yes," he said.
Zack smiled and left, and Sephiroth finally smiled to himself. He hadn't lied to Zack; they had discussed all his men, their mako levels, performance, psychological issues, and Zack was included. It was just good to be able to get to him once and awhile. And it had been a nice evening.