Cloud opened his mouth to respond, but Sephiroth was already heading through the door before he could respond. This illness was plaguing him, but not nearly as much as the question of who he was to become here in this new world.
He wanted to be a hero, just like the man who he was just speaking to. But now that they were no longer on Gaia, did it still mean the same thing? The First Classes were on the same level he was now, but he couldn't help but see them as they were. They were still his goal just from memory and habit.
And then there was Tifa. Something was bothering her. Something about home maybe? It was hard to tell, but he wanted her to be happy. He knew that deep down.
He winced as another shock of pain ran through his arm. If he got through this, he'd have to work to stand up and protect his friends. They were all taking care of him right now. He'd have to make their trust in him worth it. He'd be the hero he always dreamed of. He could do it!
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He wanted to be a hero, just like the man who he was just speaking to. But now that they were no longer on Gaia, did it still mean the same thing? The First Classes were on the same level he was now, but he couldn't help but see them as they were. They were still his goal just from memory and habit.
And then there was Tifa. Something was bothering her. Something about home maybe? It was hard to tell, but he wanted her to be happy. He knew that deep down.
He winced as another shock of pain ran through his arm. If he got through this, he'd have to work to stand up and protect his friends. They were all taking care of him right now. He'd have to make their trust in him worth it. He'd be the hero he always dreamed of. He could do it!