Sephiroth grunted rather abruptly, though whether that was because of his soreness or the statement, one could hardly tell. “You couldn’t turn back the clock. And even if you could, you would probably have done the same thing all over again.”
He sighed tiredly, rubbing the aloe liquid into his shoulders. “You are right…. the sun hated me today. I have fair skin which burns more easily.” He shrugged. “But I also have fast regenerating cells. By morning I will probably need to wash in the river, because half of my back would have flaked off during the night.”