General Sephiroth sighed and shook his head. “I suppose so. I don’t really know what to say to you….” He shrugged his shoulders and sat there, accepting of her gentle touch for now. “Do you think you could go into my implant programming and find their fixes? I’d like for them to be removed. Every time they didn’t like something, they would modify me until I was their perfect little puppet.”
He snorted. “Now it’s my turn.”