Initially, Sephiroth's expression dropped into more of a frown again at Vincent mentioning the temporary strength of others that he was leaning on. He disliked feeling dependent, on anyone, even if the support were there regardless of if he wanted it to be or not. He should be strong enough to stand on his own two feet, else what was the point in existing at all.

In the silence that followed a single tear broke the bottom barrier of one of his eyelids, but invisibly ran down the edge of his face, being hidden by one of his bangs. It was a lesson, indeed, one that Sephiroth wasn't sure he wanted to pay attention to still. He wanted his pain to end up dulled and shoved away somewhere inside of him to be forgotten, not constantly behind the eyes of those that would call themselves friends.

"For a time, perhaps." Again, with the eye-closing in an attempt not to let his emotions boil over. He didn't used to be anywhere near this sensitive and somehow he needed to find his way back to that.

"I'm not sure if I can take the turn around again."