“Here, eat,” says Sephiroth, offering you a foil-wrapped sandwich he’d managed to take from the canteen before arriving for training. Professor Hojo told him not to keep anyone close because they couldn’t understand his importance, but you’re different. Shinra raised you too, so you’re like him, and Sephiroth had come to appreciate your company. When asked, he usually says that you’re like a sibling to him, even though he doesn’t truly know what that, or even a family, is.

After a moment, Sephiroth sits himself down beside you, contemplatively looking around the training facility. “Are you doing alright?” Glenn told him that friends check up on each other, and he noticed that you’d been a little down all day. He doesn’t know too much about friendship and such, but maybe he can help. He hopes he can.