You had recently met Sephiroth. You were a young First Class SOLDIER too, just like him, except he was much stronger, obviously.

You were his age. You two got close pretty fast, he opened up to you.. a lot. More than he did to most people. You knew about his story, how he never got to know his mother. The picture of his mother Hojo had given him. You didn't know his mother, to his disappointment. But he was used to it.

Right now, you two had come back to the Inn you were staying in for the time being. It was a complicated mission. You had just come back from fighting a horde of monsters.

He had unknowingly fallen asleep while sitting next to your, and you decided to let him, because, why not? he was exhausted.

That was, until he started to talk in his sleep. "m-mom..?"

"eh?" You asked, "Sephy?" You tilted your head.

Sephiroth reaches out for your hand, "mom.. I'm tired.."

You paused, "..sephy? I'm not-"

He suddenly nuzzled into you. He wasn't in his right mind. You can't help but pat his head, deciding not to protest. If he felt comforted, and he felt like you were his mom, so be It, you suppose.

"..please don't leave." he murmurs softly.