I've never considered this to be a rescue. This is an imprisonment.

[That's what he thought to start with all those months ago but allowed himself to get over. Everything had seemed so real it'd even had him fooled, he'd been at least a part grateful to have for himself a physical form again. Which the Tower has used and abused at every opportunity it seems. Not anymore.]

My spirit is mine to do with as I will. Not to be played with.

[He mummers, mostly to himself. Sephiroth is purposefully avoiding eye contact with Sheba while his inherent anger simmers away inside. It's so easy to spark that hot rush recently, he has to be careful it doesn't dictate his actions but on the other hand - it's so tempting.]

Whatever happens, I'd rather not put her in a more superior position than what she has already attained for herself.