The knife is put down, as is the pan. It should go in the oven but having something in his hands right then would have been a terrible idea, had he access to his full strength. Limited only to human norms, it's .. safer, he can't bend steel as he is. "You're not listening. This isn't some debate about morality and choices and what makes a person a person. There's no cure. There's no way back once it starts. If it happened to you, you would degrade once infected with our cells, just as we degraded. You will kill, and you will want to. Your body will warp and mutate, and you will become a monster. You will hate, you will rage, you will find excuses to lash out, and take as many with you as you can. It is inevitable, and it is terminal."

Angeal points one eggy, potato-and-cheese shredded finger at Shaw, expression dark, voice a low growl. It's not a sound that should come out of a human throat, turning his voice rough and grating, but there's stranger onboard this ship. "Sooner or later, you will be an unthinking creature of destruction, until something puts you out of your misery or you disintegrate. I watched it .. again and again and again. It isn't something you willpower your way out of. We are monsters, we are an infectious disease, and sooner or later instinct and nature would win, just like it did with ALL of our victims. My mistake wasn't in making sure I died before I stopped being able to think or could spread my cells any further, it was that I involved Zack. I should have killed Genesis myself and then seen to my own death without dragging him into it."

And. And maybe Sephiroth too. He didn't know if he had what it took to bring down Sephiroth. Maybe he would have died trying.