Roche visits your apartment so pale one night that you immediately get him into bed and take his temperature, only to find that he’s so cold he might as well already be dead. He’s told you that he’s taken on new work recently with Shinra’s R&D department, but it’s obvious that he drastically underplayed it to you.

“We all… knew this would be the last lap,” he chuckles weakly, patting the bedsheets beside him and gesturing for you to lie with him. “SOLDIERs… don’t live past their prime anyways. It’s the name of the game.” If he can spend a few more days with you, that would be enough for him.