You made a mistake. It was a serious mistake, and you knew it at the time but at the same time something had possessed you and you couldn’t stop it, it was like a forest fire, wildly out of control, completely consuming until there was nothing left.

“Just what were you thinking?”

Sephiroth’s grasp on your hair is so tight, he practically picks you up off the ground.

“I do all these things out of love, and this is how you repay me?”

He drags you by the hair a few feet over, causing you to cry out in pain - he’s strong enough to rip the hair out of your head. He pulls out his sword, endlessly long and sharp, and holds it against your throat, just grazing the edge on your skin.

“I thought you knew better than trying to leave me.”