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Frantic, the boy had been looking for an answer, an escape route. Anything at all. But, to him, there was none. Instead of that, he found fear, conveyed in frenetic motions up and down. Was it breathing? No, maybe a puff or repeated gasps. He knew the feeling, something he thought maybe he didn’t have anymore. Scared. He was genuinely scared because, sitting down where he was could only mean one thing. The answer was confirmed once he felt an unpleasant yet familiar thing invade his ears. He had struggled his head away to prevent it, but it didn’t work. Soon enough, his shaking grew stronger, uncontrollable as he felt something land on top of his head.

Eyes and hands desperately looking around. Rather, trying to. Every word only speeding the process he was trying to hinder... and sinking whatever peace he was trying to cling to. He was lucky to still be alive... To feel alive. He believed those words. He had done wrong, he knew that now. He knew he shouldn’t have. In truth, he thought that maybe... if he had been a bit more careful, he could’ve gotten away with it. He should’ve done better and now he was paying the consequences for his inefficiency. But, this was too much, wasn’t it?

“I-... I learned... I will not d...do it again. I d-don’t n-need the re-education. I- I p-promise I do not need it...” his voice raised slightly and his eyes shut tight. His shaking was a constant now as he tried to regain any form of tranquility, any sign that could tell him that maybe he would be alright. An unstable deep breath, trying to formulate an answer. 

His voice was one that would always send a shiver down her spine. Her fists clenched as he continued to speak, it felt like nails against a chalkboard. Tifa felt sick to her stomach- she failed to rescue Aerith and now she was trapped as well, at the will of the scientist. A lump in her throat was forced down as she back away from the glass. She wanted to be as far as possible from him, though stuck in her examination pod. Her lips curled with a frown, striking the glass between them as a threat. Though, the glass was thicker than she anticipated. She knew he wasn’t lying, she had warded off his experiments before. They weren’t taken lightly. The concern for Aerith grew, though she had to focus on her own situation at the moment. 

“Don’t you lay a finger on me.” she growled. “No way in hell I’m going to let you try any type of testing on me. Or Aerith for that matter!” 

“Know what, Seph? What must you know?” He sat there, leaning forward, getting close to him. “And if you do know… what makes you think I will not rule you anyway?”

His mouth ran dry. Right at the moment he should have pressed further, should have lashed out, should have done... Something, and his very vocals fail him. What else should he have expected? Before him sat the very culmination of each and every wrong he’d survived -- and for what purpose? Seemingly, for one man’s amusement, and another’s profit. But... Was he not the former’s....

No. Such things were a foolish fancy fed by those soft at heart. Those more fortunate. Those... No longer living. Instinct reeled his person back several unstable steps, but didn’t deign to keep him as upright as he might have liked. Parents were meant to be interested in the well being of their offspring. Wasn’t that what Lazard had said? But then... Had not Hojo looked after him during his vulnerable years, kept him alive and healthy? Was that not well being? Gloved fingers carded through locks of silver, only to clench in continued motion and refuse to relent in their downward pull in the same breath.

Regardless of her personal feelings, she would keep Hojo alive.

She had the medical training all SOLDIERs got as well as a healing Materia that was her personal preference. She tore a strip of material off from the hem of her shirt. “Sorry, Professor, nothing personal.”

The blade was yanked free, as smoothly as she could, before she pressed the balled up cloth against the side of his neck. The bleeding had to be controlled, which meant she had to being the side of his head to her breasts, her hand pressing against the opposite side of his neck.

“I’ve got you.”

It was a murmur, then there was the soft green glow of healing magic and the warmth that came with it.