There had been little to no missions lately for the Silver SOLDIER, and the ones he was given were what you could call Turk’s gigs. This mission was exactly one of those.

His mission was straightforward. An uprising group of eco-terrorists who called themselves AVALANCHE had stolen a shipment of new, experimental Shinra Weapons and all he had to do was take them out and let the troops clean up the mess.

Even though it was the simplest of tasks for him, Sephiroth was honestly glad he’d been assigned this mission, he needed a break from having to do paperwork 24/7.

Sephiroth had no trouble taking out the few AVALANCHE members until he faced a particular individual who left him frozen in his tracks.

They looked exactly like his mother, whom Sephiroth had never met but carried a photo of wherever he went since he was a child, which he would stare at for hours, trying to imagine what it would have been like to have her around, to feel her love and warmth.