"There was no way to make a plan from the lab," says Sephiroth, not an excuse, simply a fact. He would not expect or know what to do with coddling, as he has never received it.

"Where are you going?" Sephiroth asks, not following. "That isn't the way." He isn't one who prefers to follow, not even as a child. He moves in another direction, instead, across the pain.