[The unstable reaction going on with the Crystal kept flaring just at the corner of Sephiroth's field of vision and for that reason more than any other he took a more definite step away from it all while he still kept Vincent's careful -almost knowing, he wanted to guess- eye contact.]

The same question might apply to everything, in all existence for that matter.

[A smooth refusal to answer the question, but Sephiroth knew he was right. Neither did they have the time left to argue the semantics or philosophy that might conjure such a judgment. It's a small mercy that Vincent has looked away in the meantime.

He turns more away from the Crystal, half-facing Vincent still though as he continues.]

That one has come a long way since we were all brought here. Too far, almost.

[As obviously, Vincent refers to Cloud and Sephiroth's words have a delicate hint of jealousy behind them. It's hardly the first time he's heard such advise...what irks him is the fact that he's no closer to finding his 'niche' - or whatever his purpose should be. Hardly surprising perhaps, considering he's never had a purpose that he's -really- chosen for himself before.

Himself and Cloud know much too much of what happens once Sephiroth takes a choice of his own, the others from Gaia know even more. Something flares up behind his eyes, a feeling remembered, and Sephiroth looks away again.]

It's not the first time someone has delivered such words to me. [His voice as low as he can make it, private - just between the two of them. Sephiroth reflects, his eyes scanning the ground as if it might have the answer.]

Though I cannot not follow such a path, blindly.