Rufus Shinra studied the readout on the screen before him, that consuming most of his attention. One foot in front of the other was easy enough, the man well used to crowds moving before him versus he for them. It wasn’t the dead returning that bothered him on the whole. While he had no desire to explain the intricacies of how they had died (that task shoved quickly onto Reno) it was Kadaj that had taken his attention. While he didn’t have Jenova here, he had no suicidal desire to tell Kadaj that he had shot the box containing her and that mommy dearest had seeped out onto the garbage slicked pavement of a street of Midgar.

Something like that probably wouldn’t go over well.

If worse came to worst, he could always lie. Kadaj was generally gullible enough to buy most any excuse. Rufus supposed he could always claim that Jenova had gone into him or something foolish like that and he was cured that way. It would most likely stop the insane man from killing him for awhile. Kadaj might figure out it was a lie. Eventually.

Intent on what Kadaj’s next response away, his eyes were fastened to the screen when the boom came from the other side of the door. Next thing he knew, pain and the white light of something impacting hard with his face wiped all other concerns away.