Too much have I suffered, he thinks, to not have this moment to myself.

His firm gaze lands on your body, basking underneath the pale moonlight, seemingly unaware of his presence yet. Amidst all the pain Sephiroth's has endured, he believes with certainty that you alone have been the person who has held him together, whether it be by a string of sanity or compassion he won't ever understand.

And yet, he approaches still, because he knows that moments such as these are fleeting, and never last long.