If Reeve ever really got to talk to Rosso; here are some thoughts of his on her. I know, Reeve and Rosso so do not go together, but I thought it'd be at least interesting to play pretend, sort of.
Crimson Reeve
By Zero9grl
He wants to compare it to a car accident; it's horrifying, but you stare anyway, you simply can't tear your eyes from it, it's so wrong. It's worse than that though; it's not that he can't tear his eyes away from the ShinRa pollution surrounding her. It's that she sucks him in, latches on and pulls him under. Every time she drowns him in her madness, he's not sure he'll be able to escape again.
He can't understand her, can't follow her lust for blood and killing and destruction. He has to chalk it up to the defilements of ShinRa. When she talks to him, he finds himself transported back through the years, to a desk that should be incinerated in a building that should be decayed, and he's sitting there staring at reports, can't do a thing, can't stop the actions of the company he works for, can't save the lives being destroyed by a tyrant grown far too large. And then she laughs and he's no longer in an immaculate, blue suit, but his comfortable, everyday clothes.
When she laughs she doesn't seem so mad. It's why she's laughing that makes it so wrong. Suffering amuses her; battles provide her with entertainment. Blood drenches her hands, her entire body, coats her a deep red so pure it has taken countries worth of people to achieve it.
He wishes he could say she scares him like so many others; just label her a monster and move on. He can't. Because there's the ShinRa madness to her that he knows so well, but it's so much deeper, stronger, purer, than he's ever known. Everything about her is pure. No diseases, no mako tainted by the JENOVA string running through her veins; no compassion or sympathy or kindness to mar her corrupted mind.
When she opens that mind to him, lets him see how she ticks…he flinches and she laughs at his revulsion as he falls through the insane convictions that compose her. Weiss and Deepground, Hojo and SOLDIER; how would he have faired in her place, subjected to experiments day after day, make treatment after mako treatment, one twisted scientist after the next? When he thinks of it like that, he can kind of understand why she is the way she is. To have stayed human would have meant death; the madness was the only way she could survive.
He doesn't like that, doesn't like how it's all too easy to imagine himself in her place. Doesn't like how he can taste the depths of her ShinRa pollution hiding in himself. He doesn't like how she draws it out of him, forces it upon him, so that he's no longer a man shepherding the planet through it's injuries, but a creature fascinated by pain, just like her. Pain is something real, something tangible; if you can cause pain, you know you are alive.
He hates the way she makes him think like her, hates the understanding he has of her. Yet…he doesn't hate her. He wonders what she was like before they corrupted her body and mind with mako; she doesn't remember and no files exist any longer. How did it come to this insanity for her? No one living knows. It's a secret of the dead.
He wishes he could save her, put her back together; but then she'd be someone else, someone breakable. So he doesn't try, because she is who she is. Rosso the Crimson.
