Fought Sephiroth and won? Genesis sneers monentarily. He always wanted to win against Sephiroth but never had the chance. His friend, his rival. His... something more.

His mistake.

"Regal. Powerful. Majestic. Her eyes are of a similar shade to yours, but lighter. Like the color of the Lifestream itself. Actually..."

He leans forward just a bit to look at her.

"There is much of her in the structure of your face. And your resolve is like hers. Her judgement swift but stern, and she looks into the core of you. She saw that there was much left for me to achieve. That there was potential in me, and that I had not yet served. She cleansed me of the things eating me from within, and..."

His look grows distant as he speaks, as he thinks back upon that moment. It truly meant much to him.