“An Imperfect Masterpiece” — Scarlet’s Perspective

[Verse I — Appraisal] [(slow piano, poised)] They parade you through the corridors Like a triumph none can match Silver hair and flawless posture A weapon no one dares detach I study lines and movement patterns Symmetry in every stride Precision bordering obsession — Engineering cannot hide And yet… you were not mine to shape Not sculpted by my hand A masterpiece assembled By a far less elegant man [Pre-Chorus] [(violin slides upward)] Hojo calls it genius. I call it wasted presentation. [Chorus — Envy Wrapped in Praise] [(music blooms, theatrical)] Sephiroth… beautiful anomaly Perfect form with fractured will Power dressed as tragedy Standing impossibly still You should have been design refined Controlled, directed, owned — Instead you walk unfinished A weapon thinking on its own [Verse II — Comparison] [(rhythmic strings)] My creations obey intention Steel and fire understand They do not question purpose They perform exactly as planned But you… you hesitate sometimes A flaw no blueprint allows Emotion interrupts efficiency I wonder who failed you — and how Still the boardroom worships legend Still the soldiers kneel in awe And I must smile politely While admiring someone else’s flaw [Pre-Chorus II] [(voice lowers, intimate)] Perfection without control Is merely chaos dressed in silk. [Chorus — Possession Fantasy] [(stronger orchestration)] Sephiroth… imagine properly guided Freed from Hojo’s crude design Under hands that value beauty You could have truly shined No madness. No rebellion. No inconvenient soul — Just brilliance perfected Under absolute control [Bridge — Weiss] [(music darkens)] And then there is the white one… My finest living blade Where you are myth and accident He is perfection made You look at him like family I look and see success The difference between science And sentimental mess [Bridge II — Realization] [(quiet, sharp)] Yet the world fears you more than anything I’ve built. How fascinating. [Final Chorus — Bitter Respect] [(grand, dangerous)] Sephiroth… uncontrolled masterpiece Proof perfection cannot stay confined Even brilliance shaped for ownership May abandon those who designed I would never have allowed your fall… But perhaps that is the art — The flaw that makes the legend Is the freedom at its heart [Outro] [(soft, amused laugh under fading strings)] Such a pity. With proper direction… you might have been flawless.