[...the results seemed too good to be true, and while a scientist, a researcher of her caliber would celebrate these results as something good—a hypothesis come to fruition—another part of her wonders what this means further along. perhaps it was a mistake, to bind herself so closely and personally with their test subject, but there is no denying that the test subject is her son, and that much was, is, and will never be a mistake.]
[it's late in the night anyway, and while usually these sterile halls would be roamed by hojo, she is blessedly alone as she leaves her office, papers in hand on a clipboard. a positive result means more tests, more procedures, more scrutiny. sephiroth may not speak of such things, but she can tell he detests them, and the little freedom he gets to go about as shinra's most prized soldier in the war is respite from clinical ministrations and needle-deep observations. he had had a transfusion, recently, and she is not going to subject him to it, not this soon.]
[with a frown on her face, she paves the way past the quiet halls and past security, and towards his dormitory. he should be back from his mission since some hours ago, and if he's not there, then perhaps the training room, but this late at night? even sephiroth would relent to a moment of his own—which is why she knocks on said dormitory door (for although she has a keycard to it, she would never, not now that he isn't a boy).]
Sephiroth. [she calls softly, peeling her eyes away from the results. too good to be true. there is something amiss here.] It's me, darling.
[her sleep schedule an unsurprising mess; the hour is not really of consequence to scientific research.]
no subject
[it's late in the night anyway, and while usually these sterile halls would be roamed by hojo, she is blessedly alone as she leaves her office, papers in hand on a clipboard. a positive result means more tests, more procedures, more scrutiny. sephiroth may not speak of such things, but she can tell he detests them, and the little freedom he gets to go about as shinra's most prized soldier in the war is respite from clinical ministrations and needle-deep observations. he had had a transfusion, recently, and she is not going to subject him to it, not this soon.]
[with a frown on her face, she paves the way past the quiet halls and past security, and towards his dormitory. he should be back from his mission since some hours ago, and if he's not there, then perhaps the training room, but this late at night? even sephiroth would relent to a moment of his own—which is why she knocks on said dormitory door (for although she has a keycard to it, she would never, not now that he isn't a boy).]
Sephiroth. [she calls softly, peeling her eyes away from the results. too good to be true. there is something amiss here.] It's me, darling.
[her sleep schedule an unsurprising mess; the hour is not really of consequence to scientific research.]