Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Final Fantasy 7 related (takes a deep breath) characters, world, settings, bosses, monsters, items, weapons, materia, limit breaks, towns, dungeons, villains, plot devices, or copyrights. All of that is the property of Squaresoft. The only thing I can lay claim to is the plot, but then again, the Greeks probably beat me to that as well.

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They say that the hardest moments in life show your true character. It defines who you are. What you're truly like. What kind of person you are. They say it tells you what kind of spirit you have, noble or foul. What they don't say is when you're backed into a corner and that moment is a choice of life or death of someone dear. Where, what you decide, will cause yourself or many others to suffer. What do you choose?

I wanted to be selfish and go with the foul spirit. I had wanted him to live. From the bottom of my heart, I didn't care if the world came crashing down around me, as long as I had him by my side. We thought everything was over. That all was said and done. But only a few months later he became sick. At first I just thought it was a fever but it got worse. That's when the doctor said he was dyeing. Nothing could be done. I couldn't stand it.

I swore to do everything I could to change that fate. I'd have done anything. Become a foul spirit, because I loved him. But, he knew what it meant. He asked me not to. He was gazing up at me with those deep azure eyes of his. I was holding his weak hands; they use to be so strong. He told me not to and... I promised. Those pain filled eyes, the ones I wanted to save, he asked me to let them die.

He knew what it meant and I? I promised. His body couldn't support it's self, not without Jenova. Without her he slowly deteriorated, two weeks later his eyes shut for the last time. I was with him the hole time. I tried to save him. To tell him of a rumour I heard of that could revive the Jenova cells in his body so he could live. But he refused and made me keep my word so; I could stay the noble spirit. I promised, swearing to do nothing but stay, to just be by his side. That's all I did, just sit there and watch slowly as his life drained away. I could have saved him. No, Jenova would have. I was willing to throw it all away for him, to become a foul spirit for love. But he wouldn't let me.

During the hardest moments of life, they say your true character shows. It tells you what you're really like. What kind of person you've become, about your spirit noble or foul. Then... what kind of spirit am I?

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Well, what can I say, that wonderful little peace I came up with late one night waaay past what a sane person would stay up to. Please tell me what you guys think of this.

And don't worry, I haven't forgotten about my other fic Broken Arrow. My editor has been drowning in homework. It'll update sometime around Xmas, I hope.