Such was an ethos that Sephiroth had pretty much forced himself into from an early age without very much encouragement. Aside from the several months in 'adjustment' to Crystallis when he'd first been brought here, soon enough -inevitably- the old habits found their way back into his lifestyle. If there ever came a time where there was no challenge left, then Sephiroth would make one.

He followed Albel's gesture towards the tent flap but then sighed. It seemed as if hot air deflated from his shoulders as Sephiroth stepped backwards and then allowed himself to sink back into sitting on the camp bed. It felt like a lot more than just getting his weight off his feet, and for that reason -alongside the near throbbing migraine starting really to pound- Sephiroth decided to stay put. He didn't like submitting to anyone but he found himself agreeing with Albel for the most part; his logic would be to blame for that.

"I suppose the others can form to take the next trip up. There is certainly enough backup to take if needed."