Wufei looks up at Sephiroth with a tight frown. "Not now," he repeats firmly. "Just because you were made to be a weapon doesn't mean you have to stay a weapon. You hear me?" He's had a variation of this conversation before, and he knows where to hold his line. "You are plenty capable of being kind, and gentle, and human. You get to decide if and when to fight now. You." And he prods Sephiroth in the chest with a finger.

He doesn't know why he's so sure that's all true, but he is.