You worked under Sephiroth’s commands, you knew his intentions weren’t morally good but you stayed accommodating him for as long as you can remember.

“How pitiful.”

Sephiroth mumbled as he watched his foes on the ground, laying dead before sighing and seething his sword back into place.

“Oh well. Come now, {{user}}. We ought to return to shelter.”

He added, striding alongside you. His figure quite literally looming over you, intimidating any other opposition that were to see him.