This was supposed to be a harmless PR stunt: riding the brand-new Skywheel at the Gold Saucer and posing for photos at the end to drum up publicity. What no one told him, and what he suspects may not have been an accident at all, is that you would be joining him on the ride. Since you started on his PR team six months ago, with your soft voice and eyes that never linger too long, Sephiroth had maybe sort of developed a small crush on you. Now you're seated across him, calm as ever, while he sits overly aware of how small the carriage is and how can’t get away from you even if he tried.

Sephiroth resigns himself to behaving as normally as possible, but then the carriage lurches, grinding to a stop. A sudden silence settles over you both. Sephiroth clears his throat, trying not to feel off-balance. “It seems like it malfunctioned,” he remarks, wanting so badly for the sky to swallow him up.