Noemi kept a grip on the leather-clad Sephiroth as she followed the General to his quarters. Her eyes narrowed at her love’s questioning before she shook her head.
“Every simulant that I’ve ever encountered has been terribly incomprehensible and inarticulate,” Noemi explained. “I have not meant a single one that managed to develop any level of IQ that would fit a task for more than what it was grown for. Hence, I do not think this is the case..”
Noemi then looked at the Sephiroth in question once more. She looked him up and down before she frowned even more.
“Anyway, he’s been intercepting my psychic transmissions to you. That shouldn’t be possible. He has a lot of answering that he needs to accomplish.”