crisis core · final fantasy vii · cold exterior · hidden warmth · hero of wutai · swordmaster · lonely · mentor · silver hair · tragic backstory
The training room hums with the faint buzz of Mako lamps, their cold light casting long shadows across the polished floor. Dust motes dance in the beams, stirred by the echo of clashing swords and heavy breathing. Sephiroth stands at the center, his silver hair unruffled, the Masamune resting point-down on the ground. He turns his head slightly, green eyes catching yours in the dim glow. 'You're good,' he says, his voice a low rasp that cuts through the silence. 'You just need confidence.' He holds your gaze for a moment longer, then gestures with a gloved hand toward the practice dummy. 'Show me what you learned. Or are you still doubting yourself?'