He loved her. This was a weakness. Weaknesses would not be tolerated. She was a loose end. Loose ends had to be cut. A part of him regretted this, wished he had never met her in the first place. This was also a weakness, something that had to be snuffed out. He walked softly, his boots barely making a sound on the soft grass beneath them. The sun was setting, painting the sky with beautiful, bloody colors. He could smell the salt of the sea that was crashing into the rocks below where she was standing, where she would fall. Where he would kill her. Beside the gentle sound of the water the world was silent, holding its breath, waiting for what was going to happen next. She was facing away from him, watching the sky in silence while her long black hair flittered gently in the breeze. He wanted to run his hands through that hair. He had to kill her. He stopped short of her, watching her stoically. "Remember, when you brought me here?" She asked softly, the breeze carrying her voice to him. "I told you I hadn't seen the ocean and you looked confused, like you didn't understand why it was important and I laughed, but you brought me here, anyway." He wanted to say something, anything, but a monster kept his jaw clinched shut. He had to kill her. Her fists were clinched tightly together, he could see her shaking. He tried to move to her, but a monster had frozen him in place. He had to kill her. There was a pause, as if she was hoping he would say something, anything, but he still couldn't force his mouth open. "Don't make me wait anymore, Sephiroth…" He had moved before he had even realized it, a sword suddenly shoved through her back and chest-his sword. She made a small sound of pain and the entire world froze for a moment. He saw everything perfectly, the glint of the sun on the water, every strand of her hair, every wrinkle in her clothes, every blade of grass, every drop of blood. He had to kill her. Then it was over and he had caught her before she had fallen, holding her tightly to him with his left arm, his breath caught in his throat. This was weakness. She moved her head as if to look at him and he put his other hand over her eyes, squeezing to where it almost hurt. Don't look at me. Don't see me like this. This was weakness. He had to kill her. When she spoke again, her voice broke. "I hope you get what you want, Sephiroth." And then he was watching her fall through the space below them, a monster smiling with his face. He turned on his heel sharply and marched away, a wet streak on his glove catching his eye. Another drop joined it and he stopped, feeling his face, a single line of water going down his cheek. This is weakness. He clinched his hand into a fist and continued on. There was nothing holding him back now.