[ He knows this line of questioning isn’t meant to be a guilt trip – Sephiroth doesn’t seem the type. If he felt Luka was being unfair, he would surely say something and pull no punches about it – but Luka feels guilty all the same. He winces, ears flattening. ]

I… can’t. I can’t help you at all, Sephiroth, I’m sorry. Once we’ve bartered our passage, we’ll be heading in opposite directions. I have to get to Doma.

[ It bothers him how much this bothers him. His mission is paramount, and he’s wasted far too much time on this island as it is. He can’t afford to waste anymore, yet for as capable as Sephiroth is, this is still an alien world to him and leaving him to his own devices seems cruel. ]