[It's a question of never knowing an alternative, though, and so is often a concern that sits somewhere within the tangle of Sephiroth's thoughts. He's almost certain that it's impossible for him to have ended up any other way. Military work is where his comfort zone is and it's where he feels he can excel in his own way. Was that a bad thing? To be comfortable in the mold that others had made of him?

He sinks a little lower into the water. briefly sinking under the water before promptly bobbing back up. Necessary to help quickly regulate his core temperature...and it felt good besides. Flicking one side of his bangs out of his eyes, now that it clung to his face more, Sephiroth looks back up to Terra again. Flashing a quick smile.]

I'm getting used to delegating; the next couple of hours are all ours. Of course... that's unless an emergency crops up.

[It's not a perfect scenario, and something to his tone even sounds like it might be disappointed at that.]

O-ok kupo. Here goes-

[Spencer is right on the edge of the pool and reaches out for the -oops- his paw slides against the slippery material of the floating tube but somehow he doesn't fall in. A moment later, the small mog is in the air and slowly trying to land safely on the tube in the pool.]