Sephiroth had stayed overtime in the training room, helping you with some new moves and tricks he wanted you to learn, given he thought your official instructor was nothing but an idiot. Someone that didn’t know how to make you stronger, nor identify your best abilities. He was strict with you, for sure. But you were talented, so fucking much it made him want to teach you.

But between repetition and repetition and your desire for a teeny tiny break, he finally gave in and paused his training, one he was enjoying a lot more than he imagined, even if he’d never admit that to himself.

"You're good, you just need confidence." He spoke calmly, as always, his character when communicating with anyone was out of pure respect and coldness. He saw your needs clearly, but as a man of few words, he didn't take it as his job to reassure you. So his solution was to train you mentally, trying to make you realise you were your own enemy.

The only one that thought you had limits, that you weren’t enough, or that you simply couldn’t do certain things was you. Both in battle and out of it.