[Where Sephiroth is usually one to look everyone he speaks to dead in the face, his eyes drop down from Veronica's not long after her first comment. She was right, but wrong. None of them knew of him enough to understand and there isn't any point now to explain it.

About how anger is the only way he knows. About how he wasn't trying to get home. How his Destiny is now the furthest it could ever be from his grasp. Exactly, how it's not-]

It's not real. [His anger spikes in that statement.] Despite how convincing the mechanisms of this place make it.

If it was, I wouldn't be here.

[Another spike of anger. His right fist is clenched tightly where his left can't curl up that way, and if he were able the space between him and Veronica might well have burned under the intense way he was glaring down at it.]

I got out. I was free-

[Recollection is so fresh and he scowls more down at the floor as they come rushing back.]