[The lightest touch startles Vincent, his eyes flitting to Sephiroth's face in confusion for a moment before he closes his eyes. This moment of kindness, the mourning Sephiroth has to process, all of these human emotions and yet somehow he will become a man capable of heinous acts and delusions of godhood.

If Vincent can stop that here and now, he will do what he can.

Hesitantly, he offers the palm of his hand out to Sephiroth. Just to hold, as if to anchor the both of them.]

There are many things I wish were different. That I could have done more, but it is a history I can't undo. [He failed. There is so much he failed. He doesn't deserve the empathy.]

I will tell you anything you want to know about her, Sephiroth. If that is what you wish.