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[Nope. Sephiroth was born a winner. Except for the part where his dad's a lunatic and his mom's a giant crystal and his other mom's an alien. But otherwise, yeah. Totally.]

Hm...
Something enticing. Sweet, perhaps.
A taste of something highly coveted.

You.

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[Oh Sephiroth. You were born as something, and then they made you something else.]





You want to eat me?

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[. . . G o d. It's a good thing you're so goddamn beautiful, because you're really dumb.]

. . .
[You know, he could take this in a very unmistakably saucy direction, but he's just. Exasperated.]
Nothing quite so extreme.

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Alright...

And if I win?

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Your call.

[foreshadowing]

Anything?

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Yes.

[Because - AGAIN - you're going to lose.]

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I'll hold you to it.

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A cheap answer.
[That's not how this works, Cloud. He told you what he wanted, now--]
Tell me what you want.

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You already agreed to 'anything.' I'm off the hook.

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[See, this is why you get stabbed so much in the future.]

Fine.
You won't be getting it regardless.

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[Pot, kettle.]

Then you have nothing to worry about.