It was getting difficult to think, but Sephiroth couldn't allow that to distract him. Until Cloud's hand came to rest on his partial form, he found himself unable to care about the army of kishin eggs in front of them. No, there was something in the back of his mind whispering for him to---

---that thought was slowly silenced as Cloud's ability sunk in through his body, and he felt a wave of calm washing over his body. Closing his eyes at the feeling, he took the moment to revel in it while his Meister's words seeped through his rapidly calming mind.

"I can," he quietly murmured before his body began to glow softly. It was a mere-moment later that Sephiroth's physical form had transformed itself into the long and elegant blade of his signature weapon.