"Yet," Sephiroth echoes, hanging on to that word for dear life. But then...that's what he and Genesis had done, when Angeal was the late arrival. Declared he was simply late, because surely he would show up eventually.

And, to be fair, he had.

But the thought of life without Genesis - even life temporarily without Genesis - feels even duller than his senses are right now. As hollow and cold as a tomb.

"Perhaps he's here already, and he's simply moved elsewhere?" Sephiroth's gaze slides across their surroundings, landing on the sign that says TOWN. That Genesis is here and simply waiting for them to find him is an even more palatable idea that he will show up, at some unknowable time, and simply hasn't yet.