Sephiroth remained coolly aloof and unphased by the small girl screaming in his face. He was well practiced at blocking out that which was right in front of him in order to remain professional and that facade couldn't be broken. A lifetime of conditioning right there.

"They knew what they were getting into." Though perhaps many of them had grossly underestimated that which Shinra could throw at them if they persisted in getting in the way of the Company and what it wanted. It wasn't without the attempts at diplomacy, to begin with, although Sephiroth himself had been much too young to really know if there had really been any or not. History was always written by the victors.

Spencer crawled out from under the bush he had landed in, as Sephiroth leveled a daring glare right at the moogle which now was attempting to make him feel bad. If Yuffie couldn't do it, her animated stuffed-toy wouldn't either.

"That's what war is about."