Zack shrugs a shoulder, managing to keep his hands out in front of him as he raps his fingers against each other.

There wasn't much he could do about how the Lifestream treated his form, so Sephiroth would simply need to, once again, adjust. It's not like his form was any more terrifying than the one the Planet was showing him, of his dear friend corrupted by power and madness.

"It's natural. To feel that way, I mean. If I was like this out in the living world, I think most people would wanna burn me at the stake." The fingers intertwine, the muscles tout. "But we're not here to talk about me. I'll rephrase that - how've you been?"