Nightmares begin anew~Open~

[Genesis Rhapsodos]

Genesis happened to just be annoyed, he had seen Sephiroth and the others but he didnt' want to talk about it again. He had to do something about it again, and at that moment in time things just ended up happening. He would agree , after all there was some things he wanted from that man. Or maybe just things he wanted there was no way for him to really let this stuff happen. And he had to deal with it, the wing he had was flapping lightly in the wind. He knew that he could just fly out of here but he didn't want to, he was waiting for something. He was letting it go slowly, but he was just tired at the moment and he wanted to get rid of that feeling. He yawned and closed his eyes seeming to fall asleep, though he did not end up needing sleep, there was something else he needed, it just barely made any sense at this point either did it he had to just work on what he wanted to do next.

Why would Sephiroth come to him, after all this time most people would have just killed him, right even though he did not wish to deal with that. None of them were back here to bug him, except for one. He hadn't seen any of the others, or well they hadn't seem him. The few that were alive, he kept a close eye on while he waited for the original group to appear again. He wondered for another moment why he was the one he bugged there was a reason for it.

"Sephiroth you always had a plan...fine I'll help him just this once..."

[Jihl Nabaat]

Jihl had known fear. Growing up in a community that was xenophobic at best left her with a bone-chilling terror of anything that wasn't stamped and authenticated as property of Cocoon. She had been sucked into the sweet lies of fear-mongering leaders and she had stayed under their wing without a seed of coubt. Like a well-trained hound, she had obeyed every order, believed every lie, and she had joined PSICOM to fight off anything that gave even the suspicion of endangerment to her life. Jihl had known fear.

It was one thing to deal with it from afar, to send her men out, to order Rosch to get rid of it. It was one thing to command vessels that shipped contaminants out. It was one thing to know that she was protected by Cocoon, that she would never be removed from her city.

It was another thing entirely to be submerged in the very foreignness she'd spent her whole life avoiding.

Dysley's words had not yet come back to her, nor his betrayal. She was still reeling from her rebirth, still struggling to grasp herself. But Jihl's fear pushed all that aside. None of it mattered, not with the metaphorical hand around her throat that crushed her windpipe.

She could not find air. When she did, she choked, nearly vomited what was left in her stomach as the words bubbled weakly from her tongue.

"This is. Not Cocoon."

A voice in earshot made her nearly jump out of her skin. Emerald eyes wide and wild, she turned toward it, her cane snapping into her palm like a reflex. It hit her violently that it was the only weapon she had. Slowly, she moved toward the sound, almost doubling over when she saw, not the man, but the wing that jutted from his back. Nausea overwhelmed her. She intended to speak, but only panted heavily in her fear, staring at the man, at his wing. What is this?

Underneath her gloves, her knuckles had grown white from how fiercely she gripped her baton.