Being self-absorbed like that is fine, but that seems like a waste. People have uses.

[ He gives his opinion without vitriol. ]

Mmm.

So they couldn't take reality. [ He doesn't really care about the friends Sephiroth speaks of, but it was useful to have that clarified.

Even if they could possibly been similar to Sephiroth in terms of power or whatever he had, a solo war against humanity was bound to frizzle out unless they had a source of major destructive firepower like himself. And killing yourself? Pshaw. He knew what kind of mindset that sort of action spawned from. ]

Right, your world had a different recycling method for the dead than mine. Yours' and this woman's type of existence let you hang on after you died. Ah. You must have screwed up at some point, if you popped out as a child as you are now at whatever point.

[ Then Avenger makes a face. Speaking from experience, having any collective part of humanity as a part of you is no fun at all, so why do it to yourself deliberately, even if you're just eating their souls/prana. Also. Transformed? What is the point if they don't fucking die. ] You consume all of a planets' prana? Must have a resilient stomach then.

[ He looks away from the child for a moment, again warily scanning for the creatures that lurked and crawled in the cavern, that could be approaching, drawn by the smell of blood. And then the Servant glanced back at Sephiroth. ]

Would their planet taste like shit, I wonder. . . ?