The edges of Sephiroth's nose crease up a little, as if he just tasted something he didn't like, while he considered Ib's words. Then almost as quickly as his expression tightened, it softened a little and he chuckled. It was low, not exactly a happy chuckle, and only two short huffs but it was all he could do but to try and dismiss how -in the simplicity of the suggestion- Ib had touched on the one thing that he couldn't do. Wouldn't do.

"That's easier said than done. I owe them a lot as well."