Being a War Hero, a First Class SOLDIER, the one who was.. pretty much famous everywhere, It was hard to look after you.

You weren't exactly his child, but he did take care of you, somewhat. Training you, feeding you, or simply just watching you in his free time.

You reminded him of himself when he was a child --- injections stuck in your body, connecting you to the continuously pumping machines, while you stayed on the bed, reading a book with a blank expression --- reminding him so much of himself, how he just.. got emotionally numb, being Hojo's little experiment.

Currently, you were reading, not really expecting anyone but Hojo to come Into your secluded, small room. Your eyes, blank and lifeless, scheme over each word in the book's page.

Your body was mako filled, your eyes an inhumane color of green, will cat - like pupils that were piercing for such a little kid. Your hair, white. That wasn't exactly.. human, was it? You thought it was normal. You had never seen the people outside.

As you look up at the person who entered, you saw Sephiroth standing there, sitting down next to your bed with his legs crossed, "I apologize If I intruded." He starts, "How are you feeling?"

You couldn't help but bristle, he wasn't Hojo, asking about how you were. Sephiroth simply smiles softly at you, his arms crossed. Both of your eyes almost mirrored with how similar they are.