Telepathy didn't even get a second thought from Sephiroth. Literally. The taste of inhuman hungers was uncomfortably familiar, though. He just turned his head towards the origin, pupils thinning as his eyes glowed brighter.

He shifted his grip on his sword, with a fleeting regret for his Masamune, but held himself calmly. The young/old man didn't look like one of the shadows.

"I am human. Merely infused with things that are not."