Not so much, these days, I'm afraid. [Sephiroth means of his own importance.

Sure, when the war was going on the military had been crying out for anyone with the resume that he had, what with both the experience and expertise in almost all disciplines relevant to warfare and battle. Since Hera's capital had been swallowed by the Calamity, alongside the airways having been opened to Mysidia, Esdham still wanted for many soldiers but it wasn't quite what Sephiroth had signed up for anymore.

There was no defending the Aqurean region from the Empire anymore, their enemy now being the advancing Crystal sea which the Heroes had been tasked with yet still had no idea how to fight.]

Thank you, for understanding, all the time.

[Patient, if a little stern, green eyes that hold more of a gleam again now follow Link as he shuffles to retrieve his things from where he suddenly dropped them. In a swift motion, Masamune is swept forwards -singing as it cuts the air- and gracefully placed down on the mat in front of him. Once done Sephiroth steps over the blade and crouches to help Link.

In another life, perhaps, but as they are now there is no reason at all for Link to feel this nervous.]

It's fine. Honestly I'm not worth such high praise.

[About as reassuring as he can make himself sound, point of fact.]