Sephiroth: *ponders her words as he puts his head down on his pillow. He turns his back to Seferia and begins to wonder whether he’s being selfish about the entire issue or not. He inwardly frowns as he ponders this further, deciding to himself that he’s only been thinking about what he wants, despite the fact he has genuine concerns about becoming ill from the raw meat. He finally releases a quiet sigh, nodding once* Right. It is my duty to assist you in this mission.
