[FF7][SC] Star Flower

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!"

Claude shrank his legs and sat on the toilet seat, facing the high-grade mahogany door, his empty face was full of lovelessness.

When the PHS battery was exhausted, he took a quick glance. It was a little past seven o'clock. At that time, the next door had been fighting for more than 10 minutes; and now he had finished studying the structure of the water tank and counted every grain of the wooden door. Take it apart and play with the fluff.The hoarse and pleasant moan suddenly rose, Claude trembled, put the vest back on, and covered his head with the hood. Although this could not isolate the noise, it was better than nothing.

Want to go back to Angel... He pursed his lips bitterly, rejecting the idea.Angel is working, and he probably doesn't want to see him for the time being, otherwise the security personnel should be here by now.He also didn't want to face Angel so soon.Claude has been good at escaping since a long time ago, hiding in Zack's personality, escaping from Seventh Heaven, knowing that everything can be changed by taking one step, but he just can't do it.Changing this thing itself is always more difficult than the rest.If he left here right now, he could only go to the toilet upstairs or downstairs. There were people coming and going in other places, and he didn't want to be noticed.

Suddenly I miss my mother a little bit.She is the only person Claude is familiar with in this strange city. She has a little nostalgia for the past, even if she can't talk about it, it's good to see it through the glass.At this moment he has no other place to hide, and then take a short rest.

Thinking of this, the boy looked up at the vent directly above, and it was within reach to climb up by propping the wall.The defense of the building seemed to him a trifle, of course, also because the building was not designed as a fortress.But there are still two problems, one is that the route is not remembered at all, and the other is that there are several long-span places that may be difficult for him to pass with his current body.If you get lost or get stuck somewhere due to injury, it will undoubtedly make Angel even more embarrassed.

"I like your smell...very young..." The frivolous male voice sounded, it didn't sound like he was old enough to enter Shinra, but rather young.Cloud realizes they're finally done and it's post-orgasm flirting time, and while he thinks the smell is supposed to refer to the toilet's own scent of incense, thanks covers up something he doesn't want to smell. "Open your eyes, I want to see you have only me in your eyes, see clearly... who is fucking you."

"Rufas." The woman let out a contented sigh as the rustling of the cloth rubbed against each other, "Rufas..."

For a moment, Claude's mood was as disgusting as eating a fly, so disgusting that even thinking of Angel and his mother felt like blasphemy.He should have thought of it earlier, there are not more than two guys in the whole Shinra who dare to play like this in the company and are willing to play like this, and he is very familiar with one of them.He just felt sick, maybe Rufas reminded him of some unpleasant things, damn he could even hear the sound of paper being drawn clearly.

"Hey, well done. Can you stand up?"

"Can't stand up and you hug me?"

"Do you still want to be hugged again?" Rufas smiled lightly, with a lustful tone in his tone, he avoided the seriousness and kissed the woman's tenderness, "Don't forget to do things for me, don't be too greedy .”

"If you have to say something so unsightly...or rush to meet other women..."

"Don't you just like me like this?"

Rufas had indeed inherited his stud father's talent for flirting, at least Claude had never seen anyone who could say cruel things with such ease and still win the hearts of women.As the high-heeled shoes left with chaotic steps, the toilet finally returned to silence. Claude heaved a sigh of relief and rubbed his face to shake the annoying memory out of his mind.

Fingertips are a little sticky.

He was shocked to see the black liquid on his hands and sleeves, and immediately jumped off the toilet, opened the door, rushed to the sink and climbed up.Under the warm-colored wall lamp, half of a dirty face was reflected, with star marks mottled on it.It must have happened to Angel when he checked the wound before, he was so absent-minded that he didn't notice anything.After a little washing with water, it became less scary, but it was definitely not to the extent that he could get away with it. At this time, Claude felt rejoicing and anxiety mixed together, not knowing what to do.

"I'm wondering who is so ignorant and has been eavesdropping next door, and I want to ask if I'm happy..." Suddenly Rufas' figure appeared in the mirror, and he didn't leave at all.Claude wiped his face quickly, and stood up while scolding himself for his carelessness. He was not sure what the blond boy meant, but he knew that this was a guy who could cause some trouble for Angel.

Rufas didn't intend to look up at a brat, he lowered his head and picked up a cigarette, sighed lazily, "Do you understand, kid Xiu Lei?"

Silence was Claude's only response.

"It's really as quiet as the rumors." Rufas stroked his slightly messy blond hair, "I guess, did you quarrel with Angel?" The boy's expression was not a little turbulent, which was beyond Rufas' expectations. Angry.But he didn't feel embarrassed, and he wanted to finish the provocative words indifferently, "No one came here after staying here for so long, so you must have forgotten it?"

"It has nothing to do with you." Claude turned his face slightly, but soon realized that Rufas hadn't noticed Starstreaks, and now they didn't realize what kind of disaster Jenova was.

"It really doesn't matter, I just think it's very interesting, very interesting." The smell of smoke began to permeate the small space, making people want to cough, Claude frowned slightly, "At noon, your treatment plan split into When Scarlett's poison gas proposal was adopted, it was the first time I saw Angel's expression so ugly." He paused, wondering what reaction this sentence would bring.The wavering was fleeting, but it did exist, Rufas smiled, "I thought how precious he was to a kid of unknown origin, but that's the truth?"

Poor provocation, eager to attack, but in the end, he chose the wrong direction. This Rufas is much more immature than Claude's impression, but just as annoying.The boy suppressed his guilt towards Angel, and said coldly, "I'm not used to this way of speaking, if you want to say something, just tell me."

"Oh?" Rufas raised his eyebrows, but he was not discouraged, "Would you like to go out for dinner with me? I think we should all be hungry." The word hunger was bitten very hard, as if it meant something.

The silence between them lasted 1 minute.

"Okay." Claude jumped down from the sink, put his hands in his pockets and walked out without looking back.Rufas still doesn't understand the art of talking to him - direct, direct is far more useful than those indirect.Of course, he has never understood what such people are thinking, but it doesn't matter, leaving now is the top priority.

Rufas whistled and swayed out, the advantage of his long legs was evident at this moment, "Why don't you ask me?"

"casual."

"Angel will be sad to be kidnapped so easily."

Claude stopped, and when he took out the PHS, he realized that it was out of battery.He rubbed some small models with his fingertips. They were children's models specially chosen for him by Angel, with a very cute chocobo puppet hanging on them.In the end he put the PHS back in his pocket and continued on his way indifferently.If Rufas really simply invited him to dinner, he would not forget to inform Angel.if not--

Staying will really make Angel sad, and Claude clearly recognizes this fact.

In fact, he has always understood that he can't be honest with Angel, can't accept even a simple hug, and no matter how hard the man tries, he can't give a corresponding response.Angel deserved better people, he would have a wife, and then there would be many obedient or mischievous little Angels, no matter which one was more likable than a gloomy guy like Claude.What's more, he is not a child at all, and he pretends to be pitiful to win sympathy in order to get things that don't belong to him, which even makes him feel sick.

Just a little, just a little, he felt shamefully sad when he thought about it.

"I shouldn't have talked to him like that." With crossed hands on his forehead, Angel said in frustration, "I actually said it was a mistake, when he tried to explain it to me... normally what he got should be Praise, not like this, complete denial and doubt..." He repeatedly recalled the scene at that time, thinking about every word he said, every tone of voice he used, and every subtle reaction of the boy, even if it was useless But he just couldn't restrain himself, "This is the first time he is willing to talk about the past..."

And "I love you".

And he ruined it all.

Beautiful flowers take a long time to water, but destruction is only a moment. Angel, who loves gardening, knows it all too well.

Sephiroth flipped through the next page of the document indifferently, and the finished parts on the coffee table were piled higher than those on Angel's desk.It can only be said that the colleague is out of control, and his thoughts have already flown to his little chocobo. He can't understand this kind of sentimentality, "Maybe it's another lie, hasn't he concealed enough?"

Although there was no ill feeling, Sephiroth didn't think that Claude would tell the truth, so Angel, who knew this but was still being led away, seemed very strange to him.

Angel's throat slipped, "Sephiroth, sometimes people don't necessarily lie to hurt each other."

"Oh?" The young man glanced at his frustrated colleagues, "I see."

... Sephiroth makes people feel unapproachable, and to some extent it is indeed justified. If it is not known that he has no malicious intentions, even Angel may think it is a provocation.But sometimes this kind of directness is enviable. At least Angel hopes that Claude can express his feelings directly, instead of hiding them carefully.He thought for a while, and gave an example, "If Baojo's field trip ends tomorrow, and you ask me about it, if I say I don't know, it's a white lie."

"Really?" Sephiroth's pen stopped in mid-air.

"Fake." Angel forced a smile, "Speaking of how much you hate him..."

Shrugging, the young man didn't answer the question, "But it's useless. When Hojo will come back, it won't change because of what you say or don't say. Escaping from reality is not beneficial to the status quo."

"At least have a good night, don't you?"

"Angel." Sephiroth put down the last document, raised the pen with a sharp arc and dropped it into the pen holder on the desk, "It doesn't matter if you think he lied, I won't question it, after all, you have you way." He felt that what his colleagues said was somewhat reasonable, but not enough, "The problem is that you really mind. You don't want to convince me, you just want to convince yourself."

Angel was stunned.

Sephiroth raised his eyebrows, basking calmly in the youth's sluggish gaze.Is it complicated?If you really don't mind, there won't be the current scene, just be a silly chocobo father as usual, just don't ask anything and don't think about anything.But now Angel looked at him as if he was looking at a monster, "What?"

"It's nothing, I just feel that I need to get to know you again... Don't mention this, you are right, I really mind." Then before Sephiroth's customary suggestion of abandonment appeared, he frowned more tightly and sighed slightly He took a breath, "But it's not the lie itself, I'm just... just not sure how to treat him."

"Sephiroth, human beings are a very fragile existence, more fragile than you understand. If you get too close, you will be hurt, if you are too far away, you will be lonely. Grasping the distance between them is a very delicate knowledge. Most of the time , this bottom line can be tested and become the premise of peace and harmony, but Claude can't." He always thought that Claude was just not good at communicating, and everything would change over time, but maybe it wasn't the case, This is the root of frustration, "I haven't touched it, no, sometimes I even feel that he has no bottom line."

Angel knocked on the table unconsciously, this topic made him a little anxious.It was already dark outside, and the floor-to-ceiling glass reflected the ghostly figures in the room, blending with the colorful lights of the metropolis, making people even more disturbed.

"What would you do if you were violated? Fight, resist, or at least show your anger. That would be the thread for the next conversation. But I don't understand what that kid thinks. If he can lie for his own benefit It's okay, but now, everything is acceptable, and I don't even know when I hurt him. It almost makes me feel... terrible."

Sometimes Angel would go to see if Claude was sleeping well in the middle of the night, and when he glanced quietly outside the door, he could see the quilt undulating slightly, revealing half of his golden-haired head.At that time he felt relieved, but now he dared not think whether this might be another disguise.Of course he could ask to sleep together, but what's the point?Just like apologizing now can indeed solve the problem, but in fact, he will have the same result if he doesn't apologize, and Claude will go home with him as if nothing happened.The point is not how things are resolved, but that he has no way of knowing whether they have been resolved.

Sephiroth, who was just listening to complaints casually before, began to doubt his own ears, no bottom line? "The person you mentioned doesn't seem to be the same person I saw. I think he is the bottom line everywhere." And it's not Heitinga's typical one-step bomb, in fact, Sephiroth thinks it's inexplicable not to step on Also fried.

Angel just stared at him quietly without speaking.

"It's not my fault."

"I didn't say that."

"That's what you think." Sephiroth suppressed his slight displeasure.A friend he had known for years was mentally berating him for defending a stranger—or maybe not quite a stranger. "'Satisfying his longing for a hero'? I'm really sorry, maybe our understanding of heroes is different. After knowing the truth, whether he is afraid or guarded has nothing to do with me."

Angel was a little surprised, he didn't expect Sephiroth to remember those words, which was probably the only good thing about this bad night. "Then maybe this news will make you happy. He's not afraid of you, he just doesn't like special forces, including me."

"I don't like it—" the young man elongated his tone, raising an eyebrow suspiciously, "with a hero?"

It is not contradictory. What people think and what they show are different. Genesis is a good example of duplicity.But Angel was confused at first, and couldn't figure it out for a while, and he really couldn't explain it to Sephiroth right now.At this moment, there was a stiff knock on the office door.

The door was unlocked, and he had selfishly wanted to wait and see if Claude would come back by himself, but judging from the height of his voice, it was just an ordinary staff member, so Angel had no choice but to yell in.

The soldier first saluted the two, and then when it was time to report to Angel, he hesitated and couldn't speak.This was enough to make Angel have a bad feeling, and he ordered the soldiers seriously: "Say it directly."

"Yes, yes! Sir!" The soldier stood in a standard military posture, "I couldn't find Claude? Xiu Lei!"

"Surveillance?" Angel asked very calmly, without any sign of depression just now.His first reaction was another group of terrorists, but he immediately realized that if they could sneak in here, the target would never be Claude.Quick composure is a must for a soldier, and one thing saves him from another.

"The security department said there was no monitoring!"

"No?!" The answer was unexpected.

"Yes, I explained to them that it was Commander Xiu Lei's order. But what they mean is that some higher-level people ordered to turn off some cameras, so they didn't capture his whereabouts." He closed his eyes and waited for the punishment with all his courage. After all, he knew the identity of the lost person. No matter how good-tempered Angel was usually, this was not something that could be exposed.

higher level people.Sephiroth thought about it.Lazard certainly doesn't have the skills.Reminiscent of the previous events, Wade is actually somewhat suspicious, but he should not leave such obvious evidence.As for Heitinga...it's not clear, some people's thinking is not so easy to figure out.

Angel closed his eyes and thought for a while, then picked up the office phone and asked the front desk to transfer him to the hospital.After confirming that there was no one there, he told the hospital to keep an eye on the situation, and then called the mansion.This sequence was done subconsciously, but it also exposed his lack of self-confidence. For a moment, he wondered if this might mean running away from home.Of course, there is no news from the mansion.After putting down the phone, Angel didn't know what else to do for a moment.The soldier was still standing there, trembling.

"Go check the entrance and exit records again, and ask who gave the order if you can."

Then Angel remembered something, left his seat and walked out quickly.

The cold light fell on the metal corridor.At this time, there were not many people left in the building, and no one was encountered along the way, and the sound of footsteps echoed in the empty corridor.Even though the soldiers told him that all the places that could be searched had been searched, Angel still felt that there should be some traces left there.An independent space that won't be noticed, and a source of water to wash your face. Claude must have stayed in the toilet. He found him in the toilet of the hospital several times.Then you should be able to find some clues.He just couldn't believe that one day it would be because of him.

He froze when he turned in the door.Sephiroth walked around the young man, facing the girl who had withdrawn from the cubicle.

This is the men's restroom.

"Gui'an, Your Excellency Sephiroth, Your Excellency Angel." The brown-haired girl in a suit and leather shoes nodded. They are not in the same system, and there is no superior-subordinate relationship, so there is no need to salute.Angel immediately recognized that it was the Turks he resurrected during the day, but appeared here, Turks?

Cisner took off the disposable PVC gloves, sealed the reagent bottle into an evidence bag and stuffed it into her handbag. Her job seemed to be over.Angel glanced at the other transparent bags in the bag, crumpled toilet paper, cotton swabs, the thinnest of which might be hair.

A terrible thought hit Angel, and his face lost all color.

"What's in there?" He shook for a moment and then blocked Sisne's way, the petite girl was buried in his shadow, "Open."

The boy he held in his hands, the sensitive and introverted child, might have been——

Sisner quickly backed away to open the distance, with one hand resting on her waist, the pistol brought a sense of security, but she knew that it was just a toy to the two special forces.Their power was too terrifying, Sisne suppressed the fear in his heart, and barely managed to say, "It has nothing to do with you, Colonel Xiulei, you have exceeded your authority."

"Open." This time it was a direct order, "Or I will do it myself."

Resistance is useless, Cisner immediately came to this conclusion.No matter who you use as a shield, it is useless before absolute force, and you should give priority to protecting yourself at this time.Even so, she still tried to make a last effort, "Are you going to destroy the evidence?"

"Destroy? No, how is it possible? I just want to find my child now!"

A look of surprise floated on Sisne's face. She looked at Angel who punched the wall through the wall in rage, and then at Sephiroth, who was leaning on the side with his arms folded and expressionless, and said uncertainly, "... ...Claude was here before?" For some reason, she was a little flustered, and immediately dumped everything on the sink after getting an affirmative answer, and stepped aside to notify some people by radio when Angel stepped forward to look through it. .

"Yes...the situation has changed...the child is also there...is...he already knew?" She didn't shy away from the two special forces because she knew how amazing their hearing was, "Yes, I understand. "

Sephiroth walked slowly in front of Cisne, waiting for her to report the situation.His presence was enough pressure, and Cisner looked away, staring down at the general's boots.She heard a cold voice from the top of her skull, "Who are you investigating?"

no answer.

This is the answer.She was trying to protect someone, someone very important, otherwise there was no need to risk offending them, and Sephiroth could probably guess who it was.If this is the case, Angel probably has no chance of winning, even if he is added, the problem is really serious.

"Things may not be that bad." Sisne suppressed the trembling in his heart, trying to save the situation, "The truth will not be known until the results of the test come out." Nervously paying attention to Angel's expression, she did not want this person to save her today. The fatal person was overwhelmed by anger and made irreversible things, "Please don't be impulsive, maybe it's not the case, at least wait until the truth comes out—"

Suddenly she pressed the earphones, and after a harsh electric sound, another person connected to the channel.

This time it was just a brief exchange, almost a few unilateral confessions.Sisne frowned, seeming a little confused. After a while, she suddenly realized what she had heard, her pupils shrank suddenly, and then she looked at Angel in bewilderment.Feeling the scorching gaze, Angel put down the sealed bag in his hand and waited for her words.

He didn't know what kind of struggle Cisner had gone through to tell the news. It was always difficult to balance conscience and integrity, but in the end Cisner still spoke: "If you want to see Claude... the fifth district, Where is he now..."

The head hurts like a thousand broken-mouthed women babbling in their heads.

The unusual heat made him struggle to open his eyes, and the blurry vision was a bright red fire, and the memory gradually came back to Rufas' mind. The CD hums popular songs.Lights flash by on the highway.The truck's blinding high beams.Subconsciously turned the steering wheel.violent impact.Steel bars poured down like a waterfall.

"You want to kill me, why? 』

The boy looked at him in bewilderment, as if he couldn't feel the pain of being pierced by steel bars, and there was only deep puzzlement in his blue eyes that were greenish by the firelight.It seemed to him that the surprise of the murder outweighed the anger and fear of being the victim.He coughed violently, loosened his right hand feebly, and the steel bar that had been restraining him rubbed against Rufas' neck and pierced out the window, blood dripping down along the track of the steel.

"Forget it..." Claude, who didn't get an answer, turned his head back and closed his eyes calmly, "The fuel tank is leaking, hurry up." 』

"Lie down, Rufas, I've called an ambulance." The man in the black suit squatted beside him, the green magic stone in his hand exuded a soft light, and a warm force flowed into his body, "The wound is not serious , The specifics will have to wait for the hospital to check."

"How is he?" Rufas turned his head to look at the fire, the smoke was surging, the golden red in the lower part gradually merged with the night as it rose, and the exposed skin was still hot from the smoke from such a distance .The metal frame is gradually distorted under the high temperature, and the steel bars running through the car are softening and deforming.It was quiet, not the kind of silence where there was no sound, but only the crackling of burning, which usually meant death.

"As you think, it is impossible to survive."

This sentence meant something, and Rufas turned to Zeng, who was staring at the wreckage intently, without any special emotions, and looked businesslike.He sneered, "So you think I did it?" He immediately remembered Claude's reaction, although he was surprised, but he undoubtedly firmly believed that this was Rufas's arrangement. Very... exasperating.

Zeng shook his head. Unlike Wade, he was more willing to believe in evidence and reasonable reasoning than experience and intuition.Even if Rufas had sufficient motives, there is no direct evidence at the moment, "The passenger seat hit the truck because you turned the steering wheel, it looks like you deliberately let him die, but in fact it should be an instinctive reaction, even if it is Specially trained bodyguards can also make this kind of mistake. Besides, it doesn't seem like it was planned for you to bring him out, and no one expected him to quarrel with Angel."

"Your tone doesn't mean that."

"Who knows?" Zeng shrugged, and sat cross-legged next to Rufas, "Stop probing, I don't know Mr. Wade's attitude either."

"Wade can't be guessed by anyone, but what's the point? That old man is easy to understand." Rufas withdrew his gaze, looked up at the deep night sky of Midgar, and twitched his lips disdainfully, "A living A son is always more important than a dead one."

There are many different interpretations of this sentence, a living person is more important than a dead person, or...a living person is more important than another dead person.Zeng understood, but he didn't intend to follow along, "Yes, I'm glad you realized this, so don't try to play with fire and burn yourself lightly." He looked at the gradually extinguished flame, and it seemed that there was nothing in the fuel tank. The Mako was underfilled, which is why Rufas didn't suffer any serious injuries, because there was no explosion. "After all, it's not always such a good luck to escape unscathed." He concluded, also like advice.

Get away... Rufas touched his neck, there were some scratches there before, and if Claude didn't block him at that moment, it would be more than just scratches.A knee-jerk reaction.Why?

This question may never have an answer.

Zeng stood up suddenly.

Compared with the ambulance, another Shinra-style military vehicle arrived first, and the off-road tires scratched a few wild scorched marks on the ground when they braked suddenly.Before the car stopped, a pair of military boots fell onto the asphalt road, rushed forward a few steps, and then stopped hesitantly. Their owners were at a loss because of the situation in front of them.

Angel looked at the charred wreckage, then at Zeng and Rufas who was lying on the ground in a state of distress. He didn't find what he wanted to see, and finally his gaze slowly froze on the wreckage. spread.He took a few steps back and turned around, the corners of his mouth moved, and he didn't know what expression to put on for a moment.He looked back again, and immediately retracted as if he had been scalded, his face of despair was deeply buried in his hands.

In the worst case, Zeng vaguely occupied the position in front of Rufas, nervously waiting for the next move of the special forces.He saw Cisne getting off the driver's seat, the girl's expression was flickering, she knew what she had done wrong, she should have waited until the scene was dealt with before telling Angel everything.I once understood the human nature that could not be given up.Fortunately, the truth has not been exposed, and there is still room for maneuver, and the special soldier seems to be indifferent to the situation here.

"No..." The burly man from the army was at a loss like a helpless child at this moment, "It's impossible..." He walked back and forth a few steps, and suddenly stroked his hair back, as if violently Staring at Sephiroth, "Ice Demon Stone."

Sephiroth has been paying attention to his friend's situation. It was the first time he saw Angel so out of control, but he didn't know what to say or do. To be honest, he didn't even understand why the other party was so sad. degree.Maybe Genesis could have handled it better if he had been here, it was the gap between them, but at this point Sephiroth really wanted another friend here.Finally he shook his head, "Don't look."

"I know you have it, give it to me."

"You know what a charred person looks like, there's nothing to see." Sephiroth refused again.Burnt corpses were not uncommon on the battlefield.The skin that has been scorched by flame magic for a few minutes will shrink and crack, and the melted fat will stick greasy; if it is baked for long enough, the muscles will shrink and dry out, and the bones will twist into weird shapes. This is probably what Claude looks like now , If there is a wound, the muscle will explode.Sephiroth felt a little pity, but only a little bit, because those eyes were indeed clean and beautiful, but now they should be just two black holes, which cannot be recovered even by resurrection.

Angel took a deep breath, "Give it to me. This is my responsibility."

Sephiroth looked at him fixedly, there was no room for rejection in those pale eyes that were enduring pain, he blinked, and finally slowly took out the magic stone he wanted.

Hot steam rose up and obscured the view, but in the face of the absolute cold, the flames finally died down, leaving only clear ice crystals.Everyone's attention was focused on the carriage.Angel refused Sephiroth's offer, at least he wanted to bring Claude back in person, but when he finally made up his mind to go in, the unexpected picture shocked him.

Nothing at all.

He felt his heart start beating again, his blood began to flow again, and he could breathe again.

No charred bones, no twisted corpses, Cloud wasn't here.No matter where he is now, he may be alive, which is more joyful than any news.Angel felt as if he had come to life again, and let out a few weak laughs.Smiling and laughing, he suddenly remembered the culprit, so he withdrew his smile and walked towards Rufas expressionlessly.

Zhengzong silently pressed against the back of Sisne's neck, freezing her movement of raising the gun.

Once standing in front of Angel, any escalation of force is not the result he wants to see, "His surname is Shinra."

"I have a sense of proportion." Angel gently but irresistibly pushed Zeng aside, the combat effectiveness of the private first class and the Turks is not at the same level.Once looking at Sisner who couldn't move, and the pair of green eyes staring at her behind her, Mr. Wade's words suddenly sounded in his heart, be careful of Sephiroth.He finally gave up resistance and could only hope for Angel's self-discipline.Then Angel said the sentence that made him have to look away, "I brought a reply."

He punched it down.

Sephiroth put down authentic.He walked in front of the pile of wreckage, half out of idleness, and half out of a strange and unexplainable psychology.Claude is not an ordinary kid, he already knew this, but escaping under such circumstances still greatly aroused his interest.

Stepped on some liquid.

He opened his feet, revealing the green Moko flowing below.Not only this pool, small puddles dotted with the guardrail leading to the highway, not like splash marks.Sephiroth followed, looking down from the guardrail, it was a slum with stars shining in the darkness, spreading out to the edge of the city.

The wind lifted his long hair, and the first snowflakes of Midgar slowly fell.