The rapier met with a saber, 'Seth's' stance perfect and balanced. He didn't seem bothered by either the reflexive reaction or the new coldness. Sephiroth's own green eyes, he knew, were colder than they had ever been before he remembered his old life.

If Mitsuru paid attention, sometimes his pupils seemed to flicker and shift into slits, a faint glow appearing and disappearing in his eyes.

"You're out of focus." Calm and cool, controlled, but not judging. "A dummy might not be a useful partner to you right now."