He was standing there, on the edge of what remained of the city, not quite caring what happened next. The voices screaming louder, demanding, telling him he wouldn't be good enough. The Reunion was the only way, and he had to do it, no one else. Mother had chosen him, and only him. He was the good remnant, she whispered to him, louder than the voices demanding the release of Sephiroth. The entire world shook while he stood still. By sacrificing himself, he'd silence the Lifestream, the retched planet, and make Mother proud, but…did he want it? His anger caused the Materia to react. He was always angry, maybe it was the Jenova cells, or maybe it was Sephiroth himself. How had he even arrived on this planet? He just…appeared, like his brothers. Like some form of bacteria, or strain of illness. An illness to the Lifestream.
In the end, he'd never fail Mother, would always submit to Her will, hence why he was here. He stared over slightly regretful, here he stood, on the edge of Forever.