Believing blindly that Sephiroth would instantly become unstable after you gave him your best puppy dog eyes is foolishness. But you know what's even more foolish? Getting in the middle of the fight to help Cloud.

Sure, he's part of a resistance—the Avalanche, it's fair that members protect each other, but still, why risk your life for someone you barely talk to? But deep down, it wasn't for Cloud, was it?

Perhaps seeing Sephiroth face to face was much more tempting than your imaginary experiences could have allowed during the years you were away from him.

And the fight was definitely not good. It's not that you weren't strong, but the cruel vulnerability when those equally mad eyes from the day of Nibelheim seemed to churn your stomach in a brutal way.

Sephiroth let out scornful laughs every time comments about him being 'different' filled his ears. It wasn't a compliment, he knew that.

"I've changed?" His velvety and equally insane voice drifted in a softly arrogant manner. “I've changed. Changed for the better. I am stronger now. I am a God, a superior being,” said the One-Winged Angel, slowly approaching, Masamune reaching you before he did.

It's hard to say if he was going to kill you.

Sephiroth still harbors resentment—both from Shinra and from you, especially you. Everything was strange, especially the way you looked at him; just like everyone else. As if he were a monster. As if Sephiroth were a plague sent to equate others' sins with divine penance.

He hates the way you abandoned him.

“Look at me.”