Reason and Key
He always wanted to break free from all the responsibilities that bind him. The bonds he had with his "mother" are taking him away from her… from loving her.
"Life, you'll never be good to me."
Sephiroth walked along the seashore. He observed the sky as the thunders clashed, flashes of light creating a spectacular display. He thought it was a lovely sight, but staring at it without any other companion just made it all boring.
If only he could walk along with her, if only he could touch her hand…
She wanted to be the key to unlock the kindness within his heart. Beneath all the magnanimous and wicked demeanor, Tifa knew that deep, deep down inside Sephiroth, a light of benevolence shines, waiting to come out from being imprisoned.
"Tifa! Tifa! Are you alright? Snap out of it," Yuffie was trying to get Tifa's attention. The latter seemed to be so deep in thinking.
"Y-Yuffie," Tifa finally responded, "I'm fine."
"Uh-huh. You don't look like that to me. What do you have in mind?"
"Hmm… do you think that…" she was about to say his name, but it wouldn't come out of her mouth. It's as if something was stopping her.
"Yes..? Tifa, I'm listening." Yuffie had an expectant look on her, awaiting her friend's statement to be completed.
"Ah, never mind." Tifa shook her head and gave her friend an assuring smile, then looked at the sky. "We better go inside the bar. A heavy rain seems to be on its way."
He sat on the sandy floor, sighing deeply. Sephiroth had chosen to stay at the beach for a while. He was surprised that nobody had detected his presence yet. He's somehow relieved that way. Sephiroth was not really looking forward to any fighting that may ensue. Besides, his mind was drifting somewhere else…
She was all that he could think of.
"Tifa…" He called out the young woman's name, with a small hope that somehow, he would see her come to him. To fly to his arms and be with forever more.
She didn't appear. He knew she wouldn't, but there's this desperate feeling in him that still clings to that "impossible" possibility.
He remembered how he first met her. She was wearing this silly outfit. He tried to remember what she had looked like; he tried remembering her smile, but his power of reminiscing didn't seem to be strong enough. It was entirely vague to him.
But he had one wish…
"I wish I was the reason back then why you were smiling sweetly. I wish I could become the reason why you would smile like that again."