[On this occasion he's stood just far enough away from the crystallized statue of his girlfriend companion, that would be considered outside of conversation range socially. Not that they were, or could they even be, socially engaged at all. No matter the delusions he'd fooled himself into thinking yesterday; that she could still hear him somehow, that she's just stuck in there and unable to respond.

A creak of leather sounds as Sephiroth grips the plain metal band in his hand tighter. He's considered putting it on the crystal's head a fair few times, but knowing the greater implications of what that would have meant to Terra, and how it might react somehow, he's decided against it every time. It doesn't stop the desire to bend, break or just throw it across the room though, but his resolve is holding for the time being.

He's not sure who it is that entered the room until Tear spoke up. But the words at least invite a angle of his head in her direction, briefly, before he answers.]

There isn't anything to give up on. It's always been a possible-

[He's trying to hard to keep face, and with his exhaustion creeping behind every fiber of his facial expression, words lose their point as Sephiroth inhales deeply through his nose. He seems to be trying to use it to keep his posture up straight.]

-I should never have given anything that could be lost. In the first place.