Sephiroth remembered those things very clearly, especially when he envisioned himself at this age. When pushed, he merely hopped backward, easily, as if the almost birdlike movement was natural for him.

"ShinRa Science Research Division," he said, agreeing.

"Family?" he asked. Was that what this was? He knew the word, but it had no emotional impact on him. He had no real sense of what a family might mean to others, the importance of it outside of genetics and social structuring. "I was in the custody of Professor Hojo," he said, though he didn't seem to be anymore...

"Why do I belong here?"