All he's known is fighting, since he was old enough to hold a weapon. Once he dreamed of something else, of anything else, but Shinra beat those dreams out of him long ago. The idea of a land without fighting ... was a dream.

A pleasant dream, but nothing more than fiction. Human nature - or monster - would win out eventually. Greed alone would see to it. "Nirvana. 'The Promised Land'. A place where all needs are met, and only happiness exists. A precious thing to hope for, when all there is is war and death."

And greed propelled its search too.

The stairs down offered reprieve from the heat and glare of the dark sun, and Sephiroth considers the dusty street for a long silent moment before proceeding into the blackness. It'll take his eyes a moment or two to adjust but not long. "There is a reason, I think, that hope was at the bottom of Pandora's box. Of all evils, it is the cruelest. Do you have good night vision?"