General Sephiroth slowly shook his head. “No, I wouldn’t have killed you if they asked. Though they probably would have just put me out cold and adjusted my implants again. You know that.” He scowled. “How many times was I adjusted? They knew I was a troublemaker. They seeked to fix every tiny little rebellious kink they didn’t like….”
He whapped the side of his head. “Sometimes I wonder if they are still in effect at this very moment…”