The ease with which Vincent essentially smashed down Sephiroth's attempt at a scathing comeback only turned up the heat under his own anger more. Eagerly it flickered, barely contained beneath skin and behind eyes that still came up flaring in response. Anger...a much easier emotion for him to channel, something that could be burst out and then it wouldn't be inside him anymore. Unlike the unbearable bitter sadness that had festered since they'd come back from within the Rift. Something that he already knew well enough, and knew that he would become closer to naturally...if so-called 'destiny' was any indication.

He sat up straighter, felt a strong desire to stubbornly fling himself from the opposite side of the bed and stride from the room, yet keenly aware of how physical limitations made that scenario pretty limited in it's execution. He didn't need to sit there and take such a suggestion from Vincent, of all people...how could he ever understand...

"Burn my bridges?" He emphasized that middle word fiercely, as if to somehow get Vincent to think about those for a moment. To Sephiroth, although there were others around him that seemed always to be on hand to look out for him, there had been only one bridge, passed all of those defenses he put up, that he'd allowed to be built. If anything had burned it, it had been Crystallis itself by taking her from him...but not so far off the end of that feeling of hatred towards this Planet which was starting to grow, was the vague awareness that it was an inevitability.

It's an oddly familiar hatred, after all.

"-I don't know what you expect me to say to that."