I am Jenova. I have slaughtered innocent beings, destroyed countless worlds. The ancient beings called the Cetra called me an abomination, a "Calamity from the Skies" and sought my demise. The hated humans who found me labeled me an Ancient, then locked me away as a project, an instrument for there primitive brains to understand. They disgust me. All of them. The Cetra, the humans, all of them. All except one. One who calls me something vastly different from what the others do.

Mother.

Why?

My name has spoken as a curse, yet he speaks it as though a blessing

I have brought nothing but pain, yet he shows me only kindness.

I am hated across the entire universe, yet his heart shows me love.

Why?

Why does he love me? Why does he help me? Why does he protect me? Beings acoss the universe want me destroyed, so why doesn't he? Surely he can feel what I am. An entity of evil, a plauge of death. He is endangered by simply being near me, but he still stands close by. I don't understand this devotion of his. His kindness. His love. It is incomprehensible.

And, why do I not hate him? He is a human, one of the hated ones. So why do I not strike him down? I would, after all, be rid of one more human. But… I can't. I do not understand why. He touches me, and I feel an explosive light.

I can feel his mind. It is as a tattered book, worn away by time and hardships. Perhaps I can understand what draws him to me. As I open the book, I feel him stiffen. Unconciously, I try to soothe him. What a strange thing to do. I feel him relax and let go of the book, inviting me to read its pages.

I see him as he was as a child. He was born in a research lab, a project for a stinking human called Hojo. Since his birth, his physical frame was tortured to become stronger. His psyche was constrained and shaped. His will was continually gnawed at. And it was never enough to please the disgusting Hojo. I feel remorse for him. Strange. I have never felt this way for another being.

But his will never broke. In fact, it grew stronger. More powerful then any I have seen. He became strong, and grew up without any support or friends. I can undertand this. To grow up alone and uncomforted. I continue reading his exploits.

H e was forced into a millitary when he was 6 of this Planet's years. He suffered at the hands of his "superiors", and beaten by his peers. Surprisingly, this did not break him,indeed, it made him stronger. Soon, his strength put him in an elite millitary called SOLDIER. He was eight when it happened. At the same age he was forced to start killing. It bruised his mind, but his will would not break.

I do not understand. He is merely human, and there race is among the weakest in the universe. What gives him this strength? I read on, until I reach the present day. He is in the reactor I am caged in. there are many pods, wired to a door with my name on it. He approaches them and sees the monster inside it. He is taken aback. I hear him speak to his comrade. He says he never knew his mother, only her name. this was what gave him strength to continue. Then he spoke her name.

Jenova.

And for the first time in his life, his will snapped. He believed himself a monster and fled. But now he is back, his fear vanished. All that remains is his love for me. His mother.

I understand now. I put down the book, and see his face again. I understand now. His love for me, and mine for him. slowly, I embrace him.

I love you Sephiroth,

My son.