— polite ‘hello’, but it will have to do–his tone is not unkind, though perhaps entitled.
Genesis assumes, of course, she has not grown them. He assumes, of course, she is the delicate hand and soft face meant to sell them and little more.
[ CLOSED START ; @GAlNSB0ROUGH ]
[ MIDGAR ; TOPSIDE ; SECTOR 8 ]
Normal day. Normal setting sun. Normal scent of sulfur and sewage floating up the pipes connecting down to Midgar’s underside. The normal whispers of his name in the mouths of eager onlookers who think they are —
—He is not sure which is more unusual, the little yellow lilies, or the way she keeps her hair. It is ugly, yes, but—the flowers are stranger, he decides.
“Where did you buy these?” he asks the slum thing and her basket, when he gives in to distraction. It is not a very —
After the tiniest delay, he DOES look up at her, quickly looking for key identifiers and finding...nothing. "Did you stop by reception for a visitor's pass? Do you which floor you are bringing that to?"
They are questions rather than simple, polite acquiesce, but not hostile.
"Sir could I maybe get by you?"
*She says looking up to the much taller stranger carrying a large box of food all tied up neatly and she is clearly out to deliver this to someone in the Shinra building.*
He does not even turn at first, holding a finger up and out to the side as though to order pause. After a brief moment, he looks over his shoulder, a little too amused, "You know how to zipper merge. Do not look at me with that face."
— you will realise I am not the horrible thing you have decided I am, and I respect women as much as I do men. Cherry picking ignores the rest of the tree, the part which matters most.
「 And then the walks away, past the very tapped arm! That was a sort of goodbye. 」
「 He just smiles and laughs—not a proper laugh, but that bemused nose-exhale. 」
You would make a good reactionary, but a terrible academic. Your perspective is just so...small.
「 He stands back up, and gives her a quick, unsolicited pat on the shoulder. 」
Give it time, —
( her hands close into fists at her sides, every word of his only defying more of her temper. )
Seeing as you intend on continuing to play dumb let me make it clear for you then. This isn't a teenager play. You don't like women and by such I mean you don't respect them as -
That is a good way to sit with it. You have inherited a great number of cruelties, no? It was your blood, yes, but not your hands. I would not hold his sins too close to your chest.
You could have only done so much; you can do far more now.
I don’t know if guilts the right word to describe it.
It shouldn’t have happened.
I feel somewhat to blame for being unable to stop my dad and his lackey Hojo.
But it is what it is, isn’t it?
Mm, no I cannot blame her at all. 「 A cautious bit of hesitation. 」 I am...too familiar with what he has done to his own child, let alone someone else's, let alone a girl.
It is no wonder you tolerate her. Do you feel guilty, somehow?
(It’s not common knowledge, he’s fine. Besides, only then in executive power knew of the torment the ancient was put through).
Yes — and to be honest, her feelings and opinions over Hojo are completely valid.
She’s been put through things that belong only in nightmares.
「 Ooh——that's new information to him. He's slightly taken aback! He might be doing some critical thinking, even! 」
Ah. Would that have any relation to her knowledge of and distaste for the parasitic head of R&D?
Oh c’mon Gen — that’s a bit unfair is it not?
What if she likes the slums?
What if she doesn’t want a decent life topside?
Bear in mind this girl spent nearly her entire childhood in a prison cell.
— 'liking' or 'not liking'. This is not some drama for teenagers, where people fit in little boxes.
And as I have already told you, 𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘯𝘰 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘢 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘥. But if I in time want an heir? I will be very particular with whom I arrange this with.
Would you like to know a secret, sweetheart?
「 He leans forward, hands on his thighs, as though talking down to a child. 」
I do like women. I enjoy working with women. I find some women attractive, even. But I have no capacity to love them. It is not so simple as —
/Yeah/ which means~ you don't actually like women. I'm not sure how else I can explain it to you! Singe you're so brilliant you should have gotten it already!
( squints with a smug little smile. )
Hm hm~ I'm just being factual. Before choosing women over the size of their -
The house is still in the 𝘴𝘭𝘶𝘮𝘴, Rufus. If she were smart and industrious enough to pull herself up by her bootstraps, she could have a full and decent life topside.
The fact she prefers to argue and waste daylight instead of working? She is getting what she deserves.
———— I think her home is one of the best ones in the sector five slums, to be honest.
(My god is he defending the Cetra?!)
And she doesn’t strike me as the money grabbing type in all fairness to her. She’s a wise business woman, and if she had the opportunities, I think she
Mhmm—and so I am labeled a 'red flag' for knowing too much. People attempt to shame 𝘮𝘦 for being too well-informed, Angie. People have forgotten how to be curious.