[Sephiroth looks deep into Cloud's eyes and drinks in the rage and fear there. Sometimes, he thinks to himself that his essence could endure forever, fueled only by that pretty anger. He could be a haunting spirit clinging to this man's most painful memories until he found a way to become whole again.

It's an option, perhaps. For another time.]

Whether these people live or die is up to you.

[He gently lifts a gloved hand and brushes the tip of the buster sword aside, just a couple inches.]

I don't need them. All I want is what I have always wanted... To become a god and sail through the black expanse.