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[ It wasn't the first time Aerith had held him like this, but never before had Sephiroth been in such a state while it was happening. Perhaps that was why, after being broken and then experiencing this catharsis while being held with such tenderness by her, a single tear tracked down his face and into her nightgown. He felt so raw and drained, but mostly, mostly he knew what it felt like to be loved. And wasn't it strange that this was what drew the moisture from his eyes above everything else? That someone could be so good to him. That she would never leave him, never lie to him. Although they had been together for what felt like a long time, it was just now starting to settle in in a very tangible way. He'd never had this before, never even thought to want it. But it was his to keep. Aerith was his.

Sephiroth clutched her closer and closed his eyes against the rest. He could feel Aerith's heartbeat and let that gentle sensation calm him. ]