That costume game. Oh yes, he remembers that. Thankfully it seemed he'd been granted grace on account that it was his first month back then - certainly others hadn't been so lucky. Sephiroth nods once, understanding before going into another set of shoulder lifts with one arm, the weight as controlled as ever.

Not that he'd ever need a weapon provided to him by the Tower. For a fleeting moment, after the epidemic he thought he'd been given one but no. That materia was as inert now as it had been when given to him.

"I don't trust anything this place deems to grant me. There are too many meaning behind it all."