When the two dormitory mates met again, the younger of the two wasn't sure what to expect. He had a rather difficult time taking in the harshness of his friend's opinions, the fact that his other friend refused to disagree on it. He wasn't sure what was worse among the two: that Genesis and Sephiroth were pessimists with difficult lives, or that Genesis' points were logically sound.

Make no mistake: Genesis was no fool, but logic was not his best suite. It was more of his best friend's speciality: Angeal's.

Here Angeal was the one who appeared like the idealistic fool and Genesis was the logical one who had to put reason before dreams. The adamance in his glower as he spilled such venom, the tightly held beliefs in that book he was so swallowed within, engrossed in prose and negativities, foolish speculations of a fictional goddess' gift…

He wasn't sure if LOVELESS was drilled into his head to the point that it was becoming his life's Bible, or the fact that their lives really was that enigmatic novel.

"Angeal," the older tore through the dredges of silence, bright cerulean eyes bearing into his and Angeal frowned at the sight of it. Regret etched his rather pretty features, teeth gnawing onto his lip and frown deep as his smiles when it was a good day. The boy sought solace in him, apologizing through those eyes that stared into his, hands curled on his lap with uncertainty, bangs shying from his face.

For that moment again, he appeared so vulnerable. It reminded Angeal that he was honestly and for truly, so very afraid. His home didn't have room for him, ShinRa Academy had him on a register which they could erase at any given moment, no sibling to reach out to, no friend that could understand that unspoken turmoil than Angeal himself.

And Angeal was willing to hear him out. This boy took him under his wing so early in his life when all but discarded him. This boy appreciated him despite their contradicting viewpoints, validated him when his mother had been the only one to do so.

"I don't want my opinion of this place change what we have.." auburn hair began to shield those eyes as he gazed downward with a sigh, "you're all I have, 'Geal. I don't want to lose you because of what I…"

And he didn't need to finish that sentence. Rather, he wasn't permitted when strong arms wrapped around his mid-section, one hand staying to his waist and the other running onto the scalp of auburn locks. The raven-haired boy didn't speak, didn't have a need to respond, gave no reply as his body offered enough of what the boy sought.

He believed it more when his smaller hands clawed at his back, resting his head on his shoulder. How very much a weary little kitten he appeared to be; it compelled the younger of the two to smile. No matter how independent Genesis may seem, no matter how he oozes with confidence in his strut, in his spell-work and spars, how his literary knowledge knew no bounds.. he was a mess without Angeal.

He needed him more than any other live human being.

There was a reason why he chose no one to his calling, despite the million pairs of eyes that gazed his way, the shy confessions, the hands that crept over his shoulder, or the sweet nothings whispered into his ear. He did not trust anyone to pick up the pieces if he laid himself bare.

With Angeal, there was no pretending to be that confident, beautiful and strong boy. With Angeal, he could simply be that boy who didn't really know much of social cues, the boy who shrunk to himself as his parents refused to offer him the love he sought day after day. The boy who had no use for worldly possessions as it was a tactic to silence his woes, who wanted to confide into someone he could cut out his heart to and not have it stomped upon.

With Angeal, he was simply himself. A boy who knew his knack for learning, a lover of nature and all it has in store, a kinda awkward fellow who happened to have a wealthy outlook due to his parents. A dedicated and goodness gracious—competitive as hell, only because he found it as a way of making his mark in the world that dithered away from him.

"Gen, just because you don't like the Academy's ways doesn't mean you'll lose me.." he had to resist a laugh as it sounded funnier the second time he mulled over Genesis' woes, his fear that Angeal would turn his back on him just because of a difference in opinion? Just how petty of a friend does he think he is? "Besides, that'd be pretty stupid."

"You were really upset when I spoke against it.."

"I was just in shock, alright? I still don't believe it, but I won't let that stand between us." A smile splayed his face as he added, "besides, if I spoke about LOVELESS the way you did about ShinRa, you'd be mad and say I don't appreciate the beauty of literature."

Parting slightly from the younger friend, the auburn-haired boy's grip lightened as the subject took a lighter turn. A smile crept up his forlorn face, soft features scrunching as he began to giggle. It was a kind little gesture, so small and yet so genuine.

"Well, that's true."

It was then Angeal found that he'd much rather have Genesis smiling and berating than be so huddled in his self-hatred that stood under him like a shadow.

The shy smile fled in that motion of a couple of seconds, and the boy returned to a little frown. It wasn't out of disappointment. Genesis found it was inappropriate to be shrugging off the brevity of what needed to be said.

"Don't bear it against me?"

His mind knew the sentiment truly meant: I'm sorry, Angeal.

"I won't." Angeal couldn't help but keep a grin. "Don't bear it against me if I insult LOVELESS in the near future?"

He could tell the boy was resisting a huff as he gave a nod in response.

"Then you don't have to worry about a thing, Gen." He ran his hand around slightly damp auburn bangs. Must've showered after their sparring session—he had a change in clothes, no longer wearing those black undershirts he's seen him wear for the past… how many years did he even wear clothes like that for?

A pair of his uniform was placed in a hamper to be washed over the weekend, and the boy was cladded in a black V-neck shirt whose sleeves were long enough to brush over his palms. Both wore black slacks that were comfortable enough to sleep in—reminding Angeal that it was late hours, so they were meant to retire for the night. Angeal's shirt was a pale blue, short sleeves once more for ease of movement—he claimed.

Genesis' eyes flickered up for a moment before shifting down, calmer than the stiff shakiness he had before he confronted Angeal.

"I do worry about Sephiroth." It was a murmur, given the boy's voice naturally being on the undertones. The raven-haired boy caught onto it quickly. His fingers parted from the back of his friend to return to his lap. "Living his entire life in this cubicle too small for him."

There was a pause as he heaved a sigh as if he hadn't breathed before. "It has me wondering, how lonely must he be?"

"Y'think they ever let him out, Gen?" With how wary he felt as he threw the question over, he realized how it was so close to walking on eggshells with Sephiroth. That boy glanced at them with such a foreign wonder—with the innocence of a child who had no idea of what the Planet even was. It was only when they were sparring when it appeared like he had a grasp on a concept.

"I'm certain they don't." And Genesis' answer only reinforced the latter point. "The boy only knows the blade, but basic interaction is out of his league."

"What.. what can we do for him?" His heart sank for the youngest of the trio. The years where the silver-haired lad should've been nestled in the warm comfort of the mother, where he should be in the father's strong arms learning how to piece constructs.. he was sure that Sephiroth had nothing close to it. It wasn't an offhanded thought to think all he was given was a blade and drugs to make him a strong warrior.

This was a military school; they were child soldiers under the guise of intelligent and "potential filled students". It shouldn't be a surprise that the one who brought them to these grounds was a prime victim of this treatment. Angeal only hoped his life did not surround a lab.

It was too cruel for a child. Judging by the curiosity so evident and ever staying on those green eyes, Angeal had a hope that it was only due to being sheltered all his life, rather than a toy to a corporation.

Genesis was mulling over the very idea—scowl clear and seething. It was wrong even in his standards—which well.. wasn't saying much if one knew Genesis Rhapsodos. He had a big heart for the youth as much as he had little tolerance for them. Even he had a line drawn between glory and dishonour. Exploiting a child for reputation and wealth threw him into a pit of fiery rage.

And Angeal would know that it was with this anger that Genesis could really kill someone, just as he could with his enhanced strength.

"We'll stay by his side, Angeal. He needs us whether he knows or not." Bright blue jumped to him and the conviction in the beautiful cerulean was amazing. Genesis was dead set on helping Sephiroth, be it with or without ShinRa Academy's support, with or without his parent's acceptance.

As the two knew, his parents would not like the boy as a human.

The boy's eyes that were perfect windows to his soul shown Angeal that he was the only one he cared for. Angeal's approval was all he wanted and no one more. If the Planet didn't have a heart for Sephiroth, then all could quite so eloquently "screw themselves".

Genesis really sounded like a hero that Angeal found him to be.

"I'm with you." He wanted to affirm, knowing full well that Genesis was going to have him stand by his side, but needed to vocalize it—for Genesis to hear straight from him.

And the sentiment was appreciated greatly. Those cerulean eyes that were so resolved on 'saving' Sephiroth were gleaming, the little flush over his cheeks as he smiled full at him, teeth bearing. Genesis was overjoyed to hear it.

That's all what mattered to Angeal.

"Oh Angeal.." how his voice dipped with tenderness only when they were alone as if it was exclusive to him and him only.. the smaller but older boy rose to his feet, causing the bed to creak and rise from its contracted press. Angeal's eyes were glued to Genesis who rose a bit on his tip-toes to reach his forehead and brushed it with soft rosy lips. "Do you have any idea how much that means to me?"

And while Angeal didn't want to offer a jest, he countered with a smile, allowing Genesis to bask in the comfort of the younger but growing boy. "Do you know how much you mean to me?"

"How much, 'Geal?" it was a mutter, so softly endearing as Genesis rested his head near Angeal's heart.

"That I would go against my code of honour for you."

And the insinuation of that statement was too bold for Genesis' liking. While keeping it hidden, Angeal was so close, he felt how he went still for a good second. The boy swore but spoke no more in favour of resting in his childhood friend's arms.

Angeal took the quietness with gratitude, unsure what could've been addressed.

The middle one of the trio found himself sighing in relief. It was no joke that they have dodged several bullets.

Of course, the Student Council found out they were messing around in the Gymnasium. When Genesis insinuated that they were closely watched due to being two students with rapid growths and hanging out with the prodigy, they had to explain themselves quite well as to why they broke school policies.

Now, Angeal knew there was a 'no horsing around after school hours' and the 'must be in your dormitory by 21:00 hours' rule, but he wasn't aware of the rules regarding Sephiroth. They were never told of a rule that stated they could not waste Sephiroth's valuable time. Nothing told them about how they couldn't spar with the golden boy of ShinRa Academy.

And apparently, there were rules like that. Angeal was sure they were unwritten rules for it was not in his handbook. The boy feverishly reads his handbook to retain good character—it was his moral compass. He couldn't have missed a minute detail!

Times like these.. he was grateful that Genesis was a bit of a manipulative bastard. His display of feigned innocence was too realistic to be considered inattentive or foolish. When they were taken to Principal ShinRa by order of the Student Council President, Lazard, his friend pleaded that they were not aware due to their assigned training regime after schooling hours. They managed to get Mr. Heidegger support their cause, claiming that it was for the public safety if they did train themselves with Sephiroth who had experience in the battlefield.

It shouldn't have been surprising that Genesis had a way with words, but boy… he really did have a freaking shrewd tactic!

Much to their horror, it was the first time they met Sephiroth's father. Goddess.. what a frightening fellow he was. Sinewy and thin yet tall and imposing to the barely 5'4" boys. Serpentine was the best way to describe that slippery creature. It was better than referring him in the term Genesis likened to, a "freak of nature", no matter how much Angeal was in agreement.

That man had the most objections, none of which were considered once a beautiful and tall man came to the picture. Vincent Valentine—Sephiroth's current guide and caretaker, and Mr. Heidegger and his public reputation that could bring ShinRa Academy to a jeopardy if the rugged man deemed it unsafe.

Now Vincent Valentine.. that man had a close semblance to Sephiroth. It caught Genesis' gaze throughout the whole meeting—in fact, he was probably the only one besides Angeal that the boy didn't glare at or slip a curse under his tongue to. "Tall, dark and handsome" was a good way to classify him, with soft jet-black hair that was extending down his neck with soft strokes, crimson eyes that narrowed and almost stared straight into their souls—drew Genesis like a moth to the flame, and poured shivers down Angeal's spine every time. Wearing a gabardine suit, the contrast between he and Doctor Hojo were night and day.

That man sided with them, giving better exposition on Sephiroth's feelings on their interaction than his own father. Vincent felt trustworthy with how he carried himself so straightforward and unafraid. When the meeting was coming to an end, and when Genesis smiled, leaning back on the wooden chair with relief and victor, Angeal found himself smiling at Vincent.

If he was there by Sephiroth's side, he would grow up to become an excellent human being.

Instead of being dismissed with a punishment, a Restraining Order for Sephiroth or reconditioning in the infirmary due to their "seemingly unstable bodies" as Doctor Hojo put it, they were encouraged to stay by Sephiroth's side whenever he requested it. Just how lucky was that? Bless that Vincent, and well.. Mr. Heidegger too. His help was immense.

The Principal had them return to their dormitory for the weekend, claiming that if they found a way to control their still new power, it didn't matter what they were going to do—they were pretty much on a scale similar to Sephiroth in his eyes: quick-learning gifted students. Those needed to be protected and propagated as much as possible.

Vincent guided them out, offering a tiny smile when Angeal and Genesis showered him with praise and gratitude. Unlike the public reputation, Genesis was not below feeling thankful to others. In fact, when he felt the need, he would offer lots, acknowledge their help and want to do better.

Though, that didn't mean the Chaperone took it well. When the two were displaying their amazement over his skill in getting the Principal to turn the other cheek, he was hiding his face from them, either using the long bangs to cover like a veil as Sephiroth often did or ran a hand on his face.

He didn't want to show them he was blushing.

What Genesis and Angeal didn't expect was the rather stiff and professional man to smile small at them and say:

"Thank you for being Sephiroth's friends." In such a gentle manner, it was a father's pat the head that the two lacked in their lives. The two children were caught gawking, eyes wide and demure as five-year-olds.

Sephiroth was in good hands if they were Vincent's.

Vincent could not prevaricate that he was responsible for Sephiroth's repositioning from a child soldier to a mere student of the Academy. In fact, he would accept it even now that it was the better decision—why make a child's life non-existent for growth in business? There was no infant who should be living the life he was. At first, that was the driving force behind placing him in the Academy, keeping Masamune at a distance the boy couldn't reach until he was given permission to wield it.

The fact that this very child, with no melanin in his little body, green as life eyes and hair spun in the moon's silk was his son gave more reason to do this. He didn't know this boy was his child—having never seen his lover Lucrecia after she resigned from her position as Counsellor of the ShinRa Academy. He hadn't gotten a word from her until years ago from Hojo that she had died in childbirth, after he wed her in secret.

For all that time, Doctor Hojo claimed that it was his son that she had birthed, and Vincent had no factual proof that the DNA was his—he was not permitted under the Academy rules and outside to verify as Doctor Hojo was certified as a professional in the medical field. Vincent was merely an agent of the Academy, not one of Mr. Heidegger's, but one of the bodyguards of the Principal.

What's more, he was still considered a bit of a green-horn, despite being similar age to Veld who was recruited the same time as he.

Doctor Hojo raised his son in the ShinRa Militia program, one reserved only for individuals who were not capable of affording the Academic program or had power that needed to be tapped to awaken, to become part of the force that protect the growing Academy. Sephiroth had overflowing potential for becoming a perfect soldier—Hojo's words, not his. The Principal allowed this for the years Vincent did not know that boy was his. It only came to his attention when he was researching the records of the soldiers who fought for the Academy—who were sent to Wutai to stop a potential war.

Sephiroth was one of the few who were sent out—the first time Vincent ever saw his boy. Doctor Hojo had his information tightly secured while the rest for open for viewing. That puzzled the shrewd agent, and it compelled him to do a little tweaking in the system to gain access to the strange boy's profile. Why was his the only one that was hidden among the list of individuals? Why was Sephiroth so young in the army?

A bit of configuring went a long way, and there he found the file that former Medical head Gast Faremis had left behind. On that file, there was a mention of a discovery. A finding of a strange drug that enhanced sensory characteristics, a sort of tonic that could tap deep down inside the inner soul of the person and bring out their innermost weapon. Vincent assumed it had to do with the conscience's shape and form as often, those injected with this "drug" had spasms of pain coursing through them before they grew animalistic—they turned insane and had to be sedated.

Reading the further documents supporting this peculiar information, he found that Sephiroth was the only one who didn't have any ill effects save for physical features differing from the regular. Why he didn't have Vincent's jet-black hair or Lucrecia's bright eyes was the fault of this mutation, of the drug that they injected in his son without his consent.

Vincent had to double-take as he perused through the restricted files, ruby eyes shutting for a good moment before remembering.. he wouldn't have another time for this—he had to read this before he gets discharged. He too, had to resist a need to load Doctor Hojo's head with a bullet—he took his child and killed Lucrecia before she could let the truth come to pass.

She never resigned; it was a cover-up!

So, this was a punishment for her—for her adoration to a "nobody" that Doctor Hojo was adamant on calling. It was true that the Academy had no idea that Vincent was dating her before she wed that goddess awful Hojo. Sephiroth was the fruit of his loins and he was never given the permission to see him.

Well, things were going to change starting now.

Unfortunately, it didn't involve a bullet to the head, but it did take clever persuasion. When the Student Council heard of children entering battlefields such as Wutai or managing the Junon cannon, they were flabbergasted. Convincing Lazard, the kind to a fault President was a walk in the park when the photos came up. The blond boy was shocked to see someone of his age was battling for his life. To have him create a petition to forbid young individuals under 18 to enlist in the Militia program worked like a charm.

Then there were those two other students who caught his attention—tending to Sephiroth in his somehow near dead state. He had to say, it was perfectly orchestrated. A happy coincidence—morbidly happy, that was his son we're talking here… Anyroad, morbid coincidence that his son was laying on the cold grounds of December, bleeding from head to toe in unruly clothing, and the two students finding him—paging Mr. Heidegger who then came around, exclaiming that it wouldn't be good if the government found child soldiers in their big company they financed.

His request to transfer Sephiroth worked despite Hojo's objection. For once, he had the entirety of the staff support his reasoning. None of them knew of his connection to that boy save for the damned Doctor, not even his fellow Doctor Hollander who personally took it upon himself to protect the two students who found Sephiroth.

Why? Vincent wasn't sure. Maybe he was their long-lost father like he was to the silver-haired boy. At least, he could understand if Hewley—the one with the black hair, was related to the stout Doctor in some way.

The Academic branch were all in agreement that Vincent would foresee the Academic progress for Sephiroth, trusting him to keep him out of the battlefield. Sure, it meant their defenses were a little weak, but it gave legroom for promoting their Militia—now students who became adults and passed their schooling were allowed to enlist to serve their country.

Many happily did.

Besides, they needed to make sure Sephiroth lived through all this. They could not discard their most prized possession when students joined the military in his honour, studied under the roof of ShinRa because of him and him only.

So, in Cole's notes… that was how he got to get his son back into his care, where he belonged.

The first day his little son returned from class, he had to admit, there was a foreign sense of excitement upon seeing his return, a curiosity he wasn't even sure he had until now. The sight of his son—his child had overtaken all his rational thoughts. This was a product of his, of his love and Lucrecia's. A beautiful, beautiful little baby boy he longed to have ages ago, since he was a wee 20-year-old. Now 34 years of age, he finally got to interact with this boy.

And golly, he didn't even know where to start. Should he bundle his little son up in his arms, should he keep a distance from the one—the last remains of his heartfelt love..?

Those eyes that didn't warm up to him, stared at him as he would a stranger, so wary and unsure if he should draw his blade and point it at him, or lunge at him and claw his throat with his bare hands..

He settled for a distant approach, keeping in mind that Sephiroth had no knowledge that this was his father.

"How was your first day, Sephiroth?" he was grateful his voice didn't betray him, showing nothing but care that a teacher would put to a student, and not a father so darned happy to see his son.

"I.." his son didn't meet his eyes, removing the black blazer of his uniform before letting the white dress-shirt's first few buttons open. "Do I have permission to speak in a negative connotation?"

At this, Vincent's eyes widened. Just why was he treating it as if he was offering a report? Sure, that was something that he needed to do as a member of the army, but now…

"Sephiroth, I want you to speak whatever is on your mind. Do not fear for any reaction." He added quickly, "or lack, thereof."

"What is.. in my mind?" the child rolled those very words on his tongue, contemplative of it all. Vincent began to wonder if he wasn't given permission to speak at all. "It was something else… being in an Academy."

Vincent gave a little nod as Sephiroth rested on the large bed, wadding though his backpack to pull a book out—a notebook where the older male presumed he wrote all details of the day in.

"I am accustomed to giving and taking orders, but here… the peers spoke arrogantly," the boy's brows furrowed, and Vincent found himself sharing the same expression in horror of what his son witnessed. "I was ready to wring their necks out."

"You didn't…" his response was a strangled mutter, breathing catching in his throat involuntarily. Sephiroth met his gaze and shook his head.

"It took a lot of restraint not to," then those green eyes softened, "there were two students who kept me from doing that."

"They are Rhapsodos and Hewley.. correct? You made mentions of these two a couple of days ago." Vincent earnt a tiny little smile from him.

"Yes, those two.. I do like."

"Do you dislike the transfer to this program?" he had to know in case he'd gotten his son out of his comfort zone into some place worse. If Sephiroth truly liked the life in the warzone, Vincent could not deny him of his desire.

Even if fear of his well-being would consume him.

To his relief and rather joy, the boy shook his head after a second of having his gaze roam around the ground. "I do not like many of my peers, but I do like to understand.."

As he trailed on, Vincent watched with intent eyes how his son's relaxed posture grew stern, "fighting all these years has deprived me of human reason. I cannot communicate my true sentiment as I do not know how to process it."

"And this program will assist you in doing so?"

Will it help in opening his heart that was closed and sealed for so long?

"Not the program.. but the two people there.." he met his gaze, "I have never seen individuals who didn't flail around and yet have such flair. They were not afraid of me—" the boy's eyes widened as he shifted, "one of them wasn't."

"Only one?" At this, Vincent raised a brow. Surely, it may have not been fear that they all should feel, but admiration, hesitation and inferiority were understandable feelings to have when it came to the battle-weary Sephiroth. Was the peer underestimating him? Harassing him by playing around his lack of knowledge around his emotions?

Sephiroth caught him brooding and smiled once more, this time a little wider. "It's not wrong. I began to feel when he was.. open to me."

Vincent perked up in intrigue.

"There was a.. reaction inside of me that said, 'I want to see this more often'." The boy rested a hand on his chest, tone so thoughtful as it deepened, "it still does when I think about that boy. Yes, I want to see him sneer at me without making me feel.. unnecessary."

"Your peers.. what did they say to you?"

"The others? Said I don't belong. I am either stupid or deaf, so spoilt I don't have an idea what 'superiors' are because I am on top of the world." The deadpan that came in like a bullet train threw him off. "The only speech I know is a shriek."

How Sephiroth's tone shifted from that gentle affectionate one to a sharp stab.. Vincent felt the phantom pain in his side, although fleeting as the boy's soft tone returned. "That boy—Rhapsodos, he entertained me before I could think of offering a demonstration of a splattered head."

Thank goodness, he didn't actually do that.

"When we were introduced to Materia, he and Hewley were the only ones who stood by me," Sephiroth's eyes bore into his, "he is no soldier by any standard, but he wasn't afraid of going against the entire class, choosing only Hewley and I to his team."

Vincent wasn't sure if he admired Rhapsodos for brevity of trust, or judge him as a foolish, inexperienced young boy. Sephiroth was in clear admiration, the green growing more intense as he spoke of this student. It was a first impression.. Vincent couldn't share the sentiment until he's seen the two students.

For all he knew, they were pitying Sephiroth.

"For a student to catch your eye, Sephiroth.. is he a good kid?" Sephiroth's book went ignored on his lap, the boy favoured leaning on the headboard of his bed and facing Vincent than crane his neck around.

"A good student..? What do you mean?" there were too many mechanisms that would constitute a good student. Vincent furrowed his brow, not noticing he asked a vague question until it was addressed.

"Is he liked in the class? Performance during lectures.." if his son wasn't aware of how they were supposed to carry themselves, he was alright with no reply. What surprised him was how the little boy broke into a laugh, leaning his head back with hushed little chuckles.

"Hardly. Peers and instructor had to difficulty resisting the urge to wring his neck," Vincent's eyes widened and Sephiroth snorted, "they couldn't, knowing he answered every inquiry—he's likely the highest in academics."

"Those could be lucky chances.." what kind of friend was Sephiroth making? That sounded like those insecure little children who take a 'weaker' fellow to raise their ego. He wasn't sure if he would like seeing his son with a haughty friend like Rhapsodos.

"No.. it is only my first day, and he's taught me more than the instructors already. Literary works.. Materia production, how to handle peers who get onto my skin.. imaginative.." as he listed, he found himself at a loss of words, "thingys."

Before Vincent could snicker about his use of 'thingys', he continued, "every instructor valued his opinion. If he was a fool who had lucky chances, it would've been considered with a grain of salt. There was none of that when he wasn't reading his book or.. talking to me."

Vincent furrowed his brows another time. What was wrong with speaking with Sephiroth? He was new to the program.. shouldn't it have been recommended that he has a guide or two to walk him through the steps?

"Most of all, I have felt a rapport with he and Hewley. They didn't seem as though they had use for me but wanted me to connect to them. He drew me in, and Hewley reassured me that it was alright."

Now, he was grateful someone as confident as Rhapsodos took that initiative without instruction—Hewley too, for standing with it. So quickly Sephiroth trusted these students more than the soldiers he shared weapons with. When reading his reports and data on his son, he found that Sephiroth never really clicked with anyone—not even his brothers in arms. He fought alone with Masamune as his only partner.

It took less than 24 hours for Rhapsodos and Hewley to subvert it.. now that, he could approve, hold in high esteem.

They were trustworthy.