Trees
"I like trees."
Sephiroth glanced at his lieutenant, who was sprawled gracelessly beneath one of the plants he had just expressed affection for. "Do you, now."
"Yeah." Zack managed a shrug, somehow. "They're calm, y'know? They don't do much, except grow. Everything else is kind of a side effect of their just existing. It's nice to think that there are things in the world that don't have to always be doing something."
Those were strange words, Sephiroth thought, coming from someone who always seemed to be in motion unless he was asleep.
Zack smirked at him. "Reminds me of someone."