[Sephiroth meets Lancelot's gaze. He wasn't sure what he was expecting but that look of appraisal wasn't it. Usually others have such a jaded, selfish opinion of his ultimate goals. Humans never do like change much. A silver eyebrow quirks up slightly at Lancelot's last question.]

I'm a superior life form to them, that's why. [He nods as if to reinforce his point, like he could ever have forgotten. How it's mildly insulting that Lancelot cannot somehow already know, even if it doesn't make any sense for him to.] And for all their slights against me and mine.

To take my vengeance due in it's entirety against the race that dared to stand in my way.