The silence was rather telling, but for the mood that his Weapon was in, he decided not to pursue the subject any longer. It had to be quite a blow not being good at everything, not being revered as someone who was at the peek of every new innovation. He was used to being the underdog in almost everything, so such thoughts had lost their edge against him to a degree.

"I know you can handle yourself just fine in battle," he murmured soothingly. He traced the ex-General's sharp features with his eyes before sighing. "We're a team, and while I like the thought of us working well apart, I see no problem with us working together even in madness."

He could feel Sephiroth's gaze on him and slowly opened his eyes to regard the silver-haired man again. "Being in a war places my life at risk anyway. I'd rather be doing something than hiding away."