Noemi frowned as Sephiroth retorted to her plans. She glanced to the side before she loudly grumbled, “General Sephiroth, I am getting old and they are planning on retiring me. You do realize that they won’t just send me off with a pension, right? I am part of the enemy… I also have the experimental early implants, remember?”
She narrowed her eyes as she looked back at General Sephiroth. Her lips pressed into a thin line as she continued via telepathy, ~They try to make it so I forget this detail, but they plan on killing me. It probably will be soon. I’d rather live.~