The shape in armor, and what lies at its belly, is studied for a long, long silent moment. The unseen speaker, the echo perhaps of another conversation entirely, puts a lens on what sounds like rising fear or at least adrenaline in the battered and wounded turtle.

It's not an accident, the way Sephiroth moves to place himself directly between Leo and the Kang. He sounds young. Too young to be worrying about things like enemies that won't stop until all the earth is gone. "Then if the threat is removed, you will be free to go. To return to those in that photograph."

How much of this is dream, and how much of this is memory? "Is he immortal?"