It was a similar set of thoughts that Sephiroth had tackled with time and time before, that Vincent voiced now. Yet, as he himself hadn't had any of the answers, nor any understanding of how to go about obtaining said answers Sephiroth had ended up applying himself in a direction. One that, at the time, he reasoned was the best place for him - in the defense of the Aqures region from the Heran threat. A threat that had now been replaced with a much larger scale problem with regards to security and the protection of migrants into untainted land which they were running out of.

Still, he could immerse himself into that just as much as he had previously so outwardly it seemed he still had exactly the same conviction. Sephiroth's firmly set jaw twitched a little in response to Vincent's first question, as if he might retort with something but his minder gave him no chance to form the words before running immediately at him with the more direct statement. Then he did make eye contact, anger quickly drying out the sorrow that had been there and -perhaps as expected- going immediately on the defensive in reaction to that tiny hint of a challenge presented.

"That's rich coming from you." Sephiroth's sharp tones were also louder, but not as loud as they could have been had he not been asleep for the best part of three days. But it also betrayed the real fact that he knew Vincent too had been guilty of all of those things and yet more, it was personal when it came to the circumstances that he already knew...of exactly what events had brought him into existence at all.