[He hadn't interrupted that silence. The compulsion was there to blurt the truth - but what was there to say? Instead he listens and watches for any sign Vincent had chosen to linger, and finds nothing obvious.

And winces. He knew the posters that were already out.]

I don't know what happens in the future, but based on the past, most of the stories they've claimed are ... just that. Aside from the dragon, that's true.

[Depending on the red dragon, two sounded right. The rest? The rest was nonsense, and it's something he's long found bitterly contemptuous. He was just a face on a poster. And Cloud did what Shinra wanted every kid to do.

I wasn't fighting in Wutai since I was ten, my first deployment was Rhadore just before I came here, and Shinra was already making me out to be some epic war hero. I'm not. I'm just their trained pet killer. I don't have any rank in the army at all, a private fresh-enlisted has more authority than a First Class. All it's ever been ... probably all it ever will be..

[Sephiroth hated it. But what choice did he have? He stops at his own door, plain and brown and unadorned.]

... is made up. Do you want to come in?