For the majority of the time Sephiroth liked to think he'd grown a thicker skin when it came to good nature-d taps or jabs to his raw, over-sensitive pride, but the reality was that his mood still tended to swing a little. Sometimes the most offhand comment could be blown out of all proportion when it wasn't intended personally, and other times he could take harsh criticism with little more reaction than a quick brush off. It really had been touch and go over the last few months.

Still, he'd not really popped at anyone inadvertently; however he was managing his bad days privately - in public he seemed to be regaining a great deal of the silent confidence he'd once coveted. There was nothing like carrying on in doing what he knew he was good at, for repairing a battered sense of identity. Not so much, in mingling at a Starlight party where he didn't particularly feel like he fitted in with all the revelry.

"I'm still working to find that...how do you call it: 'Work-life balance'?" It sounded a little contradictory in the way that Sephiroth said it but it was true enough. It was no small challenge for the SOLDIER who'd never taken leave, period. Then again, he'd never had so much he wanted to get done with his time, either.

"It results in a fair bit of traveling around."