“Yes,” Sephiroth says quietly. “We were always different. And now, it seems, we are both quite different than even then.”

He had arrogantly proclaimed himself a god in his insanity. Now, he knows he is not—but he still has all the power, all the knowledge that he had gathered from the Lifestream and Jenova in addition to what the scientists did to him. He can’t access all of it here, but he does have some of it. He wonders what to do with it, really. Can he be of use here?

“I am happy for you,” he continues then. “You have found a worthwhile purpose.”