His past was something that he rarely shared with anyone, especially as his time went on here. Sephiroth had no care either way to what others ultimately end up thinking of him because of it, but he saw no reason in speaking of such things to those he didn't think deserved such knowledge. When it all came down to it, the ex-General had no interest in allowing others that close to him. As both this world and the previous world had proven, it simply wasn't worth the risk.

The following question had a slender brow rising up in return. She was too far away to hear the amused humph on his end as he lightly hook his head and glanced back to the city. "This is my natural colour," he offered in return. It was something that had made him stand out, made him different, and he had loathed it in the past. Now those who had too many of his cells found their hair following suit, just as Cloud had begun to realise a few months ago here in this world.