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Reunion
Lucrecia has never really known much happiness. She's lost sight of it. And the afterlife,dear gods, the afterlife brought so much of it back that she almost didn't know how to handle it. Everything was so clear, so amazingly clear...
Her son was waiting there.
Sephiroth never said anything when Lucrecia looked at him, at how much he'd grown from the infant she'd given birth to. At the strong, beautiful man standing before her. He didn't say anything. Not even when she took his face into her hands and kissed both cheeks, clasping him to her and sobbing hard enough to wrack her with pain.
Lucredia hadn't known much happiness before. And neither had Sephiroth.
The man's large hands were hesitant before they grasped Lucrecia's arms.
"My boy..." is all she can say. "My precious baby boy! Look how... how you've grown. It doesn't matter what's happened-- I'm proud of you!"
Lucrecia had long ago, long before he was born, known the consiquences, known what might happen. She'd long ago decided what she'd say to her son when she found him. She'd tell him what she knew he'd never hear in life. And Lucrecia was proud of Sephiroth. Her son. Part of her flesh and blood, no matter how much Jenova was a part of him. He'd been born into a role that was probably one of the most horrible to bear. So she smooths back some of Sephiroth's bangs, smiles, even if there's not a returning one.
"Mother." Sephiroth states. Simple. To the point.
He doesn't have to say how long he'd really been waiting when Lucrecia already knows.