"Maybe that's why Midgar fell," Elena said sourly. "Their forbidden passion made Sephiroth want to end it all."

He was always angsting after someone or other. The Ancient was dead, which made her perfectly unattainable and therefore safe, so it might still be her. Or maybe he had moved on to Rufus. No one had bothered to tell her. She asked, occasionally, and usually got strange looks for it. Bastards.