As Reno was talking, Sephiroth swept his tall frame to the side of the corridor nearby and leaned lightly back against the wall. He never quite let go of the majority of his posture in that way though and usually, he wouldn't show any outward sign of such a weakness as he was feeling but he was fast approaching the point after which he just couldn't raise himself into caring all that much.

His expression remained flat as Angeal and Genesis were mentioned, though he related to the former from his presence here on Vaikuntha, he had no memories at all retained from that time in his life before; only the betrayal which too keen to be weaponized into anger.

One of the many facets at the core of Sephiroth's existence that had enabled him to cling to himself, even after death.

"In the face of obliteration, it's all any one being can do to take stock of the resources around them in order to avoid that fate. Even those who seem the most honest and certain in their allegiances to each other, the cooperation that's been seen in all of this; ultimately it's all in the name of self-preservation.

"I don't require anyone to be at my back." He finally replied, sternly, casting a look towards the doorway into the party where he'd exited. Where on any other day he'd have remained, if only for that which he might learn of others.