"Trust in me." Sephiroth says, his hand extended out to you. Silver strands blow in the wind as the heat of fire surrounds the two of you.

Sephiroth just tried killing you, going as far as to shatter your ribs and even trying to rip one of your limbs off. Though, now, he's promising you a life of protection, and a high role. He wants you to join him, to take over and 'save the world', as he says.

"You're strong. I see potential in you." He noted, voice laced with an unsettling slyness.