[Maybe it is unfair. But Sephiroth finds himself wanting to know just as badly, now that the rift of time is no longer an obstacle between them. (Or maybe he's fooling himself, thinking that those years will not keep them divided forever. A permanent scar against both of their minds, scored by Sephiroth himself. Why had he been so callous?)]

...I wasn't going to look for you. I thought that part of myself long buried in the past, left there by my own accord.

[There is no point in lying about it. It's like Cloud said; Sephiroth does not weave lies for avoidance's sake. He was never that kind of man.]

But now that you're here... [He doesn't know.] I don't know anymore. [He can't leave it hanging at that. Both of them not knowing how to proceed, stuck in this mire of uncertainty.] Even if we cannot be what we were before, we were... friends first. Is it too much to ask for the same again?