Initially Sephiroth met Vincent's eye contact again, in fact he pretty much snapped his gaze back up there but the instant reaction; to deny that it were the case with him, fizzled out as the statement was digested. Words fell short of being said as Sephiroth thought back, not only to how his friendship with Terra had first formed, but even further.

How although he first told himself he wouldn't associate with Genesis and Angeal more than he needed to in the parameters of his job, he'd ended up closer to them than anyone in his life previously...had that simply been for the fact that they had been there? Capable companionship? It made sense, Vincent's words of wisdom, but it didn't take long before thoughts sharpened the edges of the betrayal he still often spent too much time thinking about. He'd keep it to himself, here, but yet still he'd not managed to have a friendship that hadn't in some way turned around and hurt him, making him weaker as a result.

"It's human nature all over. Starving for companionship, yet only so far as it serves ones own agendas." There, the crux of Sephiroth's problem with friendship laid bare and with as much unimpressed monotone as it deserved. He'd seen it over and over and more fool him to think it could have been different with Terra. Still, he'd never felt that intensely before about any one single person.

He almost wanted to ask Vincent who exactly had been looking to disturb him, he imagined a significant handful who had been there would probably want words of the stern-sort. Sephiroth was also not naive enough to think that those words would come his way later if they didn't soon.

"I shouldn't need the supervision. This is all my fault, anyway."