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Nanno is Nanno, she had said. What kind of explanation was that? And she was stepping closer to his blade while wearing a shit-eating grin... while the temptation to put pressure on his blade, to stab it through the vulnerable column of her throat, was there, he remained still, keeping his eyes on her. If she could somehow come back after he had incinerated her... then that only meant a blade through the throat wouldn't end her either.

"It was a figure of speech..." His voice came as a venomous hiss. It had all been a figure of speech. It was the only answer he would give her. Doing his best to ignore the recording of his own words that was playing back, he did finally jab the blade forward slightly. "Care to explain what you actually are? How you can come back like that? Am I looking into the eyes of one of the demons of Wutai?"

It was a figure of speech.

❝Mm… was it though?❞ Genesis' words keep coming, playing back over and over from its place in her pocket. ❝You should know, of all people, that words have consequences❞, she responds sweetly. Still grinning. No more the sheepish girl who had walked in on him a while back. No – she is stone, diamond even. Unbreakable. ❝But like everyone else❞, she sighs, ❝you just say whatever’s on your mind, do you?” She shrugs. ❝Don't blame me because you got bit.❞

The tip of the blade draws blood, a small trickle dribbling slow down the length of her throat. Unafraid — but he is. He’s terrified, isn't he? Good. She does, after all, feed on the distress and upset of her victims. It invigorates her. Also, it's rather fun.

Care to explain what you actually are? – Am I looking into the eyes of a demon from Wutai?

First she snorts. Then giggles, taking a step back from the sword — followed by a loud bellowed laugh, so loud it is nearly shrill. She’s bent, slapping at her thigh like he just said the best joke, rising a finger in a ‘wait wait a minute’ motion — she calms after a moment, ending with a hefty, satisfied sigh. ❝I told you. I’m Nanno. You just don’t listen.❞

Pushing hair from her face, she then removes the small tablet from her pocket. Playing with it a moment, Nanno turns the screen toward Genesis: and here he is, presented as he was a few hours ago, back turned to the camera, but clearly Genesis. He mumbles a few words, then extends his hand, suddenly sending his sleeping father into a gnarly, screaming fireball. Despite the horrible sounds Genesis' father is making as he burns alive — she's still all smiles. Tilts her head, taunting. ❝Mmm.... What should I do with this? I'm sure Shinra would enjoy this footage.❞