— have known the uptight and exploitative PR Head who only called with either foul news, or to meet with him and Lazard about parading the Hero™™™ around like a show dog for good press. "You don't know me," he gives a non-answer——his mouth makes the words but —

— the sound doesn't come out. "You look like someone I worked with…around ninety-six. It's a coincidence." Ninety-six. Sephiroth would have been around twenty then, give or take. Younger. Hair shorter. Softer on the face. More like this uncanny thing before him.