A strong force started to pull at Coral. It was pulling her to the living room, almost as if it wanted her to go there. What was in the living room? Well, why don't you find out.<br/><br/>Sephiroth smirked.<span style="color: #000000">"You have it, but you do not. I will get it from you. As for your family..."</span>he reached into his coat and took out a blood-spattered shirt that looked like it belonged to one of her brothers.<span style="color: #000000">"I will leave them alone, as I cannot reach them, where they are."</span>He put himself in a position where it seemed her only option was the living room. He also put himself in the way of any objects she could use to fight.<span style="color: #000000">"If you let me take this thing, I shall give you a gift. How about I give you dispair? Or perhaps you'd like to have the honour of being..."</span>he paused for a moment, as if thinking over something. He had not even thought dialogue would occur, so he wasn't entirely prepared for it.<br/><span style="color: #000000">"...No, I don't suppose you would."</span>He finally decided.<br/><br/>The force got stronger, almost whispering to her even. "Come here." The whisper wasn't even a whisper, but it was...<br/>... it was a tugging at the back of her head, in a sense.<br/><br/>The man, known as Sephiroth, was now getting impatient. "If you ever want to see your precious Nunian alive again, you'd be wise to submit to me." How did he know about Nunian, you ask? Honestly...<br/>... not even<span style="font-style: italic">I</span>know.