I am not the Sephiroth from your world. He is likely dead. You do not think that makes things problematic? It is possible that we will not remember our time here, if we are returned to our worlds of origin, but we might remember. [She closes her eyes for a moment. Reeve seems to hope that their worlds' events will be different in some respects, but they are clearly so similar.] I imagine he was much like me. Do you not think that will cause you emotional stress when you return home? It is true that we are already associating, and some distress is inevitable, but it would make a difference.

I did not think you were expecting anything from me, Reeve. The line I referred to drawing has little to do with you directly. It has to do with our captor, our prison, and how much I am willing to relent.