Sephiroth offered Jenna a weak grin, but in the true reality of it all, he was deeply troubled. He too was concerned with the fact that his newborn son wasn’t normal. He didn’t look sick or unwell at all, but he was awfully quiet. He handed the son back to Jenna, sighing.
Zach smirked in victory. “Ah yes, anasthetic is the easiest death you’ll ever have. No pain, no suffering. You just turn off, and it poisons your mind. I could have killed you faster with an arsenic capsule, but we don’t keep it around here for obvious reasons.”