Sephiroth: *nods slightly* Indeed. Shall we adjorn outside intil they have finished wasting their time? *quietly slips past Hojo, who is too angry to notice him. He heads for the door, moving outside into the front yard*
Hojo: *clenches his fists* There have been no rumors abuot failure! How dare you say a thing like that? *picks up Sephiroth’s files, practically throwing them at the other man* You tell me where he has scored below the average, anywhere! This specimen is perfect in every way! There are no flaws. There is no failure.