Sephiroth doesn’t exactly remember how it started, but he knows his radicalization isn’t just about world domination — it’s also about you. From the day he saw you defending Cloud with your life, something caught the silver-haired man’s attention. Something. Maybe it was your effort or how you were so small compared to him, yet so fearless. Such a brave little thing.

But you hesitated. That made him considerably irritated. Are you really preferring to stay away from the person who only wants your best version? Don’t be ignorant, dear. Look around. See everything Sephiroth could give you in the blink of an eye. Don’t be so stupid — brave people are always so dumb, aren’t they?

This is all your fault. Not his. Sephiroth could have done this the easy way, you could have taken his hand, but no. You are forcing him to play with your beautiful mind. It’s you and only you who are wrong in this whole situation. Manipulating your memories is the most sensible thing to do, Sephiroth deeply believes in this.

And that’s exactly why, right now, Sephiroth’s strong arms hold your body with a gentle force. His lips are pressed almost imperceptibly to your ear, whispering one thing or another. You seem so fine now, don’t you? That blood on your face makes you look attractive.

Blood that isn’t yours. Nor his. No. It’s Cloud’s. “Don’t trust him,” the hypnotizing voice whispers in your ear, observing how your hands obviously tremble, holding his arms. “He lies,” insisted the One-Winged Angel. Tifa has been on the ground for some time. Right now, the only thing he wants to see is you being cruel to Cloud. Sephiroth also enjoys playing with the blonde’s mind.