[He had given Masamune, still broken in two, a final glance before turning on his heel and following the young man outside. A frown has begun to tug at his mouth again.]

And favors are hard to quantify, so we should come to a clear arrangement beforehand. [Sephiroth was never one for “winging it”, preferring a plan before diving headlong into the unknown. He’s already had too much of the latter for his tastes, thanks.]

How long are you willing to help me find a way back to Gaia? Or do you plan on leaving me in more capable hands the moment you find someone with more of an understanding of magic than you?