Genesis answered that unasked question. "I told Angeal everything, Sephiroth. He is from way back in Wutai, so he had no idea about even himself."

He walked back toward the bed, carefully finding it and then locating his chair. He sighed as he sat down. "We may need to prepare for another birth of a wing." Genesis raised an eyebrow, not bothering to try and locate Angeal's voice again. "You could be a bit more enthusiastic, Angeal, about Sephiroth. He'll think we don't like him anymore~."