At least, if he goes off the deep end now, it surely won't be as difficult to stop him! Sephiroth in another fifteen years is an absolute powerhouse, this much younger one looks to be smaller than Cloud is.

A twitch of a frown crosses his face at the confirmation that he himself, years in the future, refuses to do his job. Either under orders or to spare his friend from suffering. How the mighty fall, indeed. He was willing to bet the news wouldn't showcase that one. "I should have. What kind of leader abandons their people like that? What sort of friend lets another friend ... degrade, and do nothing?" There should be something behind that, the heat of anger or .. anything. But even at this age, control has been long since beaten into him. "I've always been under the impression that friends don't simply abandon each other, either 'Genesis' didn't rate the attention or I did not consider him a companion."

His gaze remains on the movie, but he's not seeing it, he's imagining other people in the place of this hypothetical other First. The recording will help with that later. "You don't need to try to reassure me. I don't know this person; he means nothing to me, alive or dead." Not yet. But what if it had been Lucia? What if Matt had been one of the deserters?

What if Glenn was the one disintegrating? Maybe that weakness was with him even now; could he kill them, if told to?