Author's Note: The ending is terribly cliché, and Sephiroth is a crazy bastard.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything, including the computer I wrote this on.
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Shh, don't move. Don't speak. You're shaking? That's delightful. Shake for me, Cloud.
I've been watching you, you know. I've been waiting for a long time to get this chance. I remember you from before Mother took you in, from before I knew of Her legacy. I wanted you then, but I have you now.
Do you hear the screaming, Cloud? It's you, isn't it? I can make it all go away. Mother has given me gifts, and I can share with you.
You don't want Mother's gifts? You would rather cling to that sword and those fools you claim to care for? I know better, Cloud. You know better. Do you remember what you are? You're a puppet, my puppet, and you will remember who pulls the strings.
That's better. Close those eyes. Give in – to me, to Mother, to everything. Do you feel the way the Lifestream caresses us? I would do the same, my puppet – I would make you mine, and together, we can help Mother.
Shh, don't struggle. We have so little time left. Just remember Cloud, puppet, that no matter what you say, one thing is certain.
You belong to me.
