Sephiroth closes his eyes in a slow blink, trying to block out the memory of all his fans from back home. There had been so many and a lot of them liked to touch if they could. He always had to be on his best behavior, and that included no maiming of those individuals who chose to do just that. It was always a trying time.

"I see." Sephiroth pauses, then the rest comes tumbling out. "I...do enjoy those things. Fighting. Killing. That's all I'm good at." He almost says for and stops himself at the last second. Aerith taught him otherwise and didn't Wufei just echo that? He tries to believe her on this.

"That's my problem. I'm not very good at anything else." Sephiroth doesn't know why he keeps talking about it but there he is. After a little while it dawns on him that maybe he just feels comfortable talking to Wufei and that this is probably because they are friends.