[And if he left, he'd just wake up again anyway. He wasn't ready for that, to be dragged away, poked and prodded in the name of 'science' or whatever other excuse Hojo would come up with. So he carefully sits at the table as Sephiroth prepares, leaning over on his elbows and giving a quiet sigh.]

I told you, I'm fine. I'm not the one I'm worried about...

[A bit anxiously, one gloved finger idly taps at the table in thought.]

But as long as either of us get some kind of reprieve, I guess it's alright. It is pretty nice here, after all.