No matter how close Sephiroth might come to breaking, to falling or even crying, he owed it to himself to compose himself back together and get back to standing on his own two feet again. As far as he was concerned no one else was going to help him to do that, and he didn't much want the help either. He had to get stronger from this, by himself.

He peered down at Terra and took a deeper breath in. Stoking his self-image back to a point where it would again cover up the definite cracks that Terra had been able to see in the base of what was holding him together. Her kind words weren't helping him very much, they pulled at some emotion that Sephiroth could comprehend; what had he done to earn this support?

"You need to do whatever it is that makes you happy, now that you've found that. Never let anyone pull you down-" Sephiroth tilted his head down in her direction, still trying to keep something of a small smile intact.

"-especially not concerning yourself with me."