[That combination of statements makes Sephiroth turn his head, looking over his shoulder to spy Luka in his periphery, disregarding the fact that he was just told to remain still. (His back, however, is as militant straight as before.) The green glow of his gaze is poignant in the shadow, sharp and assessing.]

That’s assumptive of you.

[Luka wheedles and questions the only purpose he’s ever been given. He prods at his own insecurities that Sephiroth began to cultivate of himself, that whisper of an idea that Nibelheim would be his last mission with Shinra, no matter what they had to say about it. It hits too close to a target that he does not speak of to anyone, the manner of his role, his life, the meaning behind his moulding in the corporation's hands, and he’s not certain he likes the ground that the other treads.]

What rule says that a family is required to live a happy life? Or to know your place in the world?

[So of course he argues the opposite.]

You must think I’m some kind of friendless war machine back home. [And maybe, after all that’s happened with Genesis and Angeal, that’s close to the truth now.] But if you grew up the way that I did, you would know that I’m fortunate to have what I have.