And it was due to that weakness that was uncovered in himself, that he didn't deserve any sympathy whatsoever for what had happened. The barbed wire wrapped around his own conscience would just have to be there until Sephiroth could bury it and grow from the same, the only way he knew to get stronger.

Where he'd been the legendary hero, and worked for a lifetime to gain such a title, Sephiroth now found himself for the first time questioning...everything.

"Picking out the relevant details will be no small task." He murmured only, unsure of what to say to Zelda yet at the same time his conscience couldn't leave it. It would be rude of him to turn a cold shoulder to her, more-so considering what had happened.