[Sephiroth's eyebrows come together for a moment at Lancelot's answer, curious though not for long enough to indicate a passed judgment. He's only vaguely aware of the Master/Servant arrangement of some of those in the Tower. Personally he doesn't care for it, being only ever out for himself.]

Even in a place like this you would live for others. [He comments, continuing to wrap his hand up with the fresh bandage. It makes him feel more than a little disgusted, knowing that once upon a time he was much the same - so blindly following a duty but not knowing all the facts.]

It's no such real hurt after all. And monster hunting carries it's risks.