[Green gaze snapped back up to Hilda at her mention of Ganondorf. As she spoke, he could only take those words in like the dried out sponge that he feels like and quickly he related them to himself. Sephiroth's perseverance in the Tower of Animus alone, to this point, had awarded him the reputation he had still - the unstoppable force of will that he's forever wrapped his whole existence around.

Hilda was right, Sephiroth knew he deserves more than he's currently able to focus his mind towards. All he can think about is the utter agony within his core in the moments before it was ripped apart. If he can't keep himself together enough to resist the Administration, then how could he convince himself he was strong enough to defeat them.

He watches Hilda, blinking back the sickening guilt he feels for failing, as she kneels in front of him and unknowingly backs up all of the reasons that he should keep fighting. It hurts more than she could know, with it's truth.]

The only power I have now is that which is granted to me by this place. I cultivated the growth of the same within me for a long time, and now I'm supposed to just try again knowing that the end will come before I'm able to get back to where I should be.

[He gritted his teeth as Hilda stood up, away from him. Though, the first spark of anger behind his tone was more than what's been heard from him since he came back. For just a fleeting moment it rushed itself to his surface consciousness, it felt good, familiar.]

It's not enough.