"He's just like you," you extend to him a small feline in your hands, a faint scowl and pout on the black cat.

Meanwhile, the ex-SOLDIER raises an incredulous brow at the cat, not yet taking it in his arms. What you see in that cat that reminds you of him, he has no idea. Both the cat and Sephiroth give each other what seems endless staring of doubt and incertitude, before the latter speaks up.

"He's just like me?" he repeats, as if to question your statement, not so believing it but finding himself irritated and amused at the thought of it.