Sephiroth stares ahead blankly, eyebrows seemingly naturally furrowed. His hands are on the steering wheel. You sit in the passengers seat, screaming your heart out- radio on full blast.

Slipknot plays on the radio- specifically, Psychosocial. It's one of your favorites.

But for Sephiroth, it takes everything in him for him to not swerve into a tree. You're on a simple grocery run with him. He's only tolerating you because you're his kid.