[Ryoji, being mainly healthy, has the presence of mind to notice Sephiroth’s mannerisms. He can see that he’s shaking visibly, and his annoyance with Ryoji is only causing him to mess up his first aid job even further. Ryoji almost feels a little bit guilty, but he forces that away. Sephiroth wouldn’t feel anything towards him if their positions were reversed. He’d probably be around to finish the job.]

Not my concern? Not my concern that you’re finally getting the taste of karma you deserve after what you did to me, my friends, and to so many others in the Tower? I think your logic is a little flawed.

[But that doesn’t mean Ryoji doesn’t want to leave. He shifts uncomfortably, wondering if he should walk away. He should see this out, but… waiting around like this, watching Sephiroth suffer… he’s worse than him, isn’t he?

Very slowly, Ryoji takes a few steps forward, bends down to the floor next to the table Sephiroth is sitting on, and picks up the needle. He hands it over to Sephiroth, face still blank and neutral. He hates himself for doing this, but… he’s not a bad person. Not anymore. He has the opportunity to do a good deed, and he’ll do it. Even if he’s doing it for a man that’s killed him so many times before.]