Jenna didn’t fight against Sephiroth as he began to pull her up the stairs and to their room. “Yes, yes, I’ve heard it before. You hate him because he is a defective clone. He still counts as an offspring. We did… well, mostly you… raise him. Hence, he is adopted.”
As they reached the bedroom, the brunette slipped away from her husband’s grasp so that she could properly remove the armor that she preferred to wear, even though the threats to her general wellbeing have dwindled over the years.