"I think you're intelligent enough to figure it out. If I say that whatever destroyed our worlds ripped My Planet out of my hands."

Staying on this subject isn't a good idea, it leads to thoughts that Sephiroth still can't quite wrap his head around. It angers him that he doesn't know all the facts, all the reasons why, what his purpose is supposed to be here in the Tower.

Such is clear by the way his expression drops for a second, before he reigns it into that cool facade he's so used to presenting to the world. Time to change the subject, yet again someone had played right into his ego and it does feel good to tell all of what he's capable of. Of what he did.

"How about your story?"