"I don't believe in those things."
He was so untouchable, with that young attitude of his. He himself wasn't so old as to feel quite mortal yet, but this boy was something else. And he was never afraid to say anything.
All the other soldiers were sitting around, staring in awe at their leader. He'd effectively cut the comment from the SOLDIER with the dark spiky hair with a simple quiet sentence.
"Then what the fuck are you fighting for?" he asked, still not used to the officer's tent, just having been promoted the day before. Captain.
The cold green eyes were on him. Had he been older, wiser, he would have shit his pants.
"Who are you?" the General demanded. Never questions. Demands. There was a young, though older than him he suspected, arrogant fool who was going to be put in his place. He would have smiled if not for the worthless peons that surrounded him. He didn't need to be thought mad and have them all rebel against him.
"Captain," he said, still savoring the taste of it on his tongue, "Highwind. Air Corps." The face didn't change in expression, not a silver hair rustled. It was then that Cid noticed that everyone had stopped breathing.
"Then pray tell, Captain Highwind," Sephiroth replied, voice deep and menacing for someone so young, "What do you believe in that would make this fight worthwhile?" Well-spoken, he'd been trained to always sound above them. And the twitching in the back of his mind was making him begin to believe. He'd make an example of this one, perhaps.
Cid didn't like his attitude. His superior, yes, and someone who could slice him in half... but there were just some things he couldn't let pass. He had men under his command now; he had to give them something to fight for.
"Dreams," he said, simple and to the point. He was feeling pretty brave for the moment... he didn't know how long it would last.
The General stared hard at him, and no one moved. It was a standstill; far past wills at this point. Blue and unnatural aqua green summed up their positions all too poetically.
"Go and dream then," Sephiroth snarled, bringing his attention back to the large map on the table. A few men towards the opening of the tent stirred, and slowly it became a hive of activity. There was a war on after all.
Cid walked out, his left hand shaking slightly as he dug for his cigarettes. He'd only just recently picked them up... and if there was ever a time he needed them...
"Dreams," the General whispered, before barking orders to a very nervous Corporal nearby.
AN: Here's an example of something I do NOT want interpreted as a pairing (not that the others were pairings...). Unless you really get into Seph/Cid... o.O This came out because... heh, I got frustrated a while ago. I hijacked Cid for my purposes...