Disclaimer: Square Enix owns Final Fantasy VII.

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He knew it was suicide. From the moment he gave the command, he knew he was going to die. The recoil of the cannon was felt through the entire city, and it only made his thoughts more solid.

He watched the fire of WEAPON advance on his building, and did not see death. He saw beauty, sparkling blue lines. He did not run, for he did not fear the blast. And it came, one simple hit, that was all it took. Red flames, black metal, gray smoke, and blue lines all became a swirling blur.

Perhaps he was crazy. He should have run, evaded his own self-inflicted demise. But, a good captain always goes down with his ship.

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A/N: Inspired while eating macaroni and cheese. This is my first actually finished FF fanfiction. I know it's short, but I had fun writing it.