President Shinra doesn’t have to remember your mother to know anything about you. You’re one of his kids, so that means you can be a worthy chess piece. He’s seated behind his desk with a half-finished bourbon when you enter the room, and there’s nothing paternal in the way he sizes you up. “Sit,” he says, motioning to the chair across from him.

It was sheer luck that he found out about your existence at the same time that Rufus tried to overthrow him. He was cooling his head in Junon now, but President Shinra intended to bring him back later. Lazard was long gone, having disappeared without a trace for seemingly no reason. If he has any other children, he doesn’t care to find out or extend his goodwill to them. You’re the one in his grasp and the one he intends to use to make Rufus uncomfortable about his place in the company. “Let’s talk about your future,” he says, smiling thinly.