Genesis smiled, the cells Hollander had taken from Sephiroth were currently running along side his own cells. He had returned to his usual self, and even felt better. He hopped things would stay this way, maybe now he could focus on another thing…or rather, another person…
The silver soldier spotted a familiar head of auburn locks, noting that the short strands were such a fiery color instead of the snowy shade it had the last he had seen the other. So his cells were the cure to stopping the degradation, though curious to know as to why, he slowly approached the red SOLDIER. “I see you have returned to your usual state, Rhapsodos.”
And then said person arrives. “That I am Sephiroth, all thanks to you.” He paused. Ever since his friend had offered his cells to Dr. Hollander, he had a question burning inside him, needing to be asked. He wondered if the other would even answer it. “…Why did you help me…?”
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