A/N: Just something I thought up when I saw this prompt. I thought it went well. : D
Disclaimer: Final Fantasy VII Characters and Places belong to Square Enix.
Stepping forward slightly, he looked down with blood red eyes as the slight blonde man who had saved the world too many times came hurtling towards him, like a ragdoll thrown in the air by a child, haphazardly flying before it fell to the ground uselessly and with an arm torn off.
He saw the determination on his face, saw the set of his teeth, and he knew that even if he was a ragdoll doomed to fall to his own useless death, he'd do it because he was meant to do it. Because he had saved the world too many times, and he would continue to save the world too many times until it finally killed him.
So, with that thought in mind, Vincent Valentine stepped off of the ledge, grabbed onto Cloud Strife's hand, and swung him up like that child tossing the ragdoll, muttering only one thing to him as he went on his destined haphazard journey.
"Fly!"