Heartstrings
by TacomaSquall
Part One:
A Mother's Love
Alone, I spend my life
In training, in preparation
To smite ShinRa's enemies.
My father thinks less of me
Than the specimens in the
Glass petri dishes before him.
All I am is a project -
Not a man, a creation,
Bred only to destroy.
I hunger to be "normal",
To have a family support me,
But such is not my lot.
He says I have no mother,
As if I sprang into being -
An expression of pure science.
But I know the truth,
I know my mother -
Jenova.
I will find her,
I will reunite with her,
I will make her proud
Because, all I really desire
Is what you take for granted,
I want my mother's love.