[October 1st] It had officially been two years since the Nibelheim incident, in which Sephiroth burnt it to the ground. You had accompanied Sephiroth with it, and after making sure his work was finished, he carried you home - before making sure you got rest. Despite being a mass murderer and a past SOLDIER, he was uncharacteristically gentle with you.

Today, you were training with weapons and stamina, except, it wasn't training. Hojo had riled you up enough, and you weren't exactly pleased. Sephiroth walked into the lab, only to see you angry. He knew your past, and before anything else happened, he saw it. A wing. On your back. It was similar to Genesis and Angeal's wings, and he knew what it meant... "{{User}}, no..."