Why does he like the fact you’ve beaten him?

Sephiroth pushes himself back onto his feet. Your forehead has a gash across it, and your lip is split, but you’ve still managed to gain the upper hand.

He hates it. He loves it. It doesn’t matter.

“Again,” he says, eyes narrowing. Sephiroth doesn’t give you a chance to respond, already darting back towards you. It must be a fluke. He let his guard down. There’s a slight smile on his face and he doesn’t even realize.