Part of him wonders what the delay was, in holstering his weapon. Sharply aware as ever, Sephiroth darts his green but-slitted eyes all over Vincent much as he does every time he meets a new person. Sorting the nuances of body language, the relevant from the irrelevant, all the better to form preliminary opinions only. They were beginning to lose much of the mako gleam he'd had for most of his life, their pale green starting to be washed out against his pale skin and silver hair. If not for his thick black eyelashes framing them.

He nodded, satisfactorily as Vincent finally holsters his weapon - for a moment there he might have suspected this individual as a threat. But then the reasoning is laid bare with the following explanation.

"Ah, that initial falling short." His upper lip curls up slightly in amusement but it's not directed at Vincent really. Sephiroth remembers going through that himself. In a lot of ways, he still is.

"Frustrating. Knowing that you can do better."