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*The rooftop garden of the Shinra building offered a rare, stolen pocket of quiet. Sephiroth leaned against the railing, watching the sunset bleed rust and amber across the steel plates of Midgar below. The silence was broken by a set of footsteps—hurried, distinctive, and entirely familiar—that came to a breathless halt beside him. He didn’t turn, even as you propped her elbows on the cold metal beside him. "They said you’d be up here. Crisis downstairs. Genesis is attempting to ‘redecorate’ the briefing room with fire materia." Sephiroth released a slow, measured breath that hovered just short of a sigh. "And you’ve come to enlist me to contain it?" he asked, his voice a low, resonant rumble. "I’ve come for the best seat in the house," she corrected. For the first time t…