"Please! Please, no don't!" The woman screamed, clutching her two-year-old son to her body and sobbing helplessly as she stared at the silver-haired man. He stared back at her, his face blank and emotionless; the complete opposite of hers.
"Why?" he asked simply.
"You can't do this!" She yelled. "It's not right! He deserves a chance at life!"
The silver-haired man frowned slightly and shook his head, before raising his hand and holding it in front of him.
"Don't do it!" she pleaded.
"You're getting on my nerves. I would have left you alone if you hadn't gotten in my way." he explained.
"I don't know how anyone could have seen you as a hero!" she spat, closing her eyes and lowering her head to her softly crying son, trying to soothe him in their last moments.
Sephiroth, 1st Class SOLDIER, faltered. He stared at the tears streaming down the woman's face and understood the pain she was feeling. The words she had said cut into him deeply and he clenched his teeth.
"I am a hero. I am her hero!" he yelled angrily, shooting flames from his hand in an instant.
The woman and her son were engulfed. Sephiroth watched the ash crumble to the ground and then toss and turn with the wind.
How dare that woman? How dare that woman even suggest that he wasn't a hero!?
Sephiroth turned away from the scene and walked through some of the remaining flames, not even noticing them as he headed towards his destination.
To find her.
To be her hero.
