Cancer: *”What’s so bad about her? If Sephiroth wants to fawn over her and mourn every time she leaves, that’s his problem. He’s weak and inferior. He’s also content with being weak and inferior. Don’t worry yourself with it, Desiree.”*

Zach: *sits back down in Jenna’s chair, sighing as he watches her depart down the stairs* I’m hungry…

Sephiroth: I tried, but… *glares at Zach* I can offer food, but I can’t make them eat it.