He knows, when he's awake, that it's impossible. He'll never have children. For a variety of reasons. He's devoted to his work. He has no time. Physiologically, due to his altered genes and the radiation treatments, he is unable to father children. Even if he could, with medical assistance, would he want to? Wouldn't any children he fathered belong to ShinRa as well?

What would become of such children? Would they grow wings and fly away? The idea isn't as far-fetched as it should be, considering what had happened to his friends. Why would he want children in a world like this?

But he's dreaming now. In dreams, he can have another life. He's dressed in plain clothes, black pants and a white dress shirt, standing in a a room, in a house. An ordinary house. It's not in Midgar, but somewhere else, far away. He can look through the window and see trees. The curtains are wide open, and sunlight pours in through them, and he knows, somehow, that this is "home". His home. With the certainty of a dreamer, who can believe impossible things, he knows that his family lives here. His children. There are pictures of them on the wall. Their possessions can be seen here and there, and some of the books on the shelves are theirs--not his own dry volumes about science and military history. He stands there for a while, not doing anything in particular, quiet and distantly content as he takes in this place, this existence, becomes accustomed to it.

He doesn't stir until hears a sound behind him. There someone here with him. He turns and smiles at them, a casual, fond smile for someone he sees almost every day of his life. "Hello." He asks a simple question. "How was your day?"


[[OOC: Anyone is welcome to be one of Sephiroth's "kids". (Relatives or spouses of any gender to talk about family are also welcome, if you prefer.) Feel free to age characters down, if you like, but grown up kids are also fine. Prose or action spam both welcome; I'll match you.]]

"I had considered the posiblity of you inherting Ootori Medical from me, but you've decided to study abroad? I see. Then you do not plan to follow after your brothers."

The voice of Kyouya's father still rung in his ears as he sat in a Library. Most of the book are in english in what appears to be a upper scale university. As for Kyouya he is sitting at a table with a notebook on the table, his legs crossed as he leans back in the chair momentairily. He had just come back from Japan, visiting everyone for a festival and had even brought back several of the pictures that they had taken. In front of him were various books on business, law, and medicine along with his own notebook filled with pages of note in his own handwriting. It was fairly quiet and easy to study which is why it was one of the places Kyouya came the most when it came to his studies, that and there were only a few who came in an out of that particular floor.

Checking a text that his phone once more, he closed it before picking up his pen and resuming his studies, "I still have a long ways to go."